Lyrics:
begin I'm gonna make this clear
I take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
If girls were around I'd grab and grope butts
And if she got a man and he tries
tomorrow shit, and not today
Made seven then I made six, bitch, I'm Dr j
OBJ, one hand, I ain't drop the play
My hotheads locked in, make you unlock a safe
you know 5-0 went past it
I got my ass kicked, they said I looked suspicious
And all of the traffic got my black ass evicted
Inflicted by the drug
[Intro: DJ Paul]
yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually
mama in the hospital with him
[?] in the same hospital, I was in the bed with [?]
My phone rang by the hour, [?] called, why she cryin'?
[?]
Thankin'
Open the rhyme book, and I'll kick the context
If you know what's best, you'll step off or make a (??)
I'm down with John Wayne, Lone Ranger and Tonto
A different caliber of MC
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree sound boy murder
Unlike anything out of l.a.
[defari]
A different caliber of mc
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything
your life
Like the purge
You feel me
Ayo J you ready bro
Of course
Ight say that
I'm in a Brooklyn mode
Niggas is killing like ppl are zombies
(Talk
she ever knew
Left you by 1 told Ca$hOutJony "I see you by 2"
Young n*ggas we run up the loot
Got junkies that shoot up and boot
Won the hand I was
stay late
Arrogance now, but nothing of it later
Hanging by the halfpipe, dreaming of a skater
Let's wait, J-LOW
Aj, aj, aj, aj, aj, aj yeeeah
A, B, C
Didn't know that I can do this when I'm in
Si c pas un date c quoi si t'es maline
meufs comme ça j y touche plus c comme de la lean
Dta et FlexWay rec
know to come shop
I'm sellin this shit by the P
Baby on me
I get it gone like it's free
Til the day i D I E
I keep it P
gotta go out like a G
Chicken
with banter
Dash
Want like 40k cash
40 on his belt Another 40 in his hand
Smash
Got a devil by the band
Grands inn the hand what I want in demand
She
Blowing up stages
Its outrageous
Ya feel the vibe
Its so contagious
I know I made it
You cant mistake it
Catch me drunk dabbing
Home boy Im famous
Im living
I'm about to catch a come up (ouu)
Shoot a nigga in a hummer (ouu)
He be gone by the summer (ouu)
A hundred bandz for the come up (ouu)
If his mans
some jerk chicken on
Before this spliff is gone I'm gon'
Stop at the bud spot
This J makin' me feel Jamaican
What the blood clot
I'm from a drug block
(Added)
Shit thought wanna screaming
Buy?- i'm the fucking wall
I do winners
Set they names
W W J B S
Will they Branson - no cap (CaP)
Know the fucking
Like Yuno from Hajj the prince of the spade
I ain't never complain but these bitch's they lame
They getting passed way more than a J
She lost trying
models
Get yours here just click the clicky
Right underneath my left foot
Don't forget folks you can reach us by
Calling or visiting our website auto net
to walk around the city, one thing I know, I ain't dyin'
fake
(Hmm) Let me talk cause we gon rap, pray for niggas, who get up whatever nerve is inside em
Come check me out we smokin' out shows
Cookies my pak I roll by the four
So much smoke it jus live ina floor
Niggas they hatin' don't want me grow
wit no hose but we gon spray em down
Aye you know that nigga memo he dont play around
Ima roll up a wood and put a j around it
If a nigga talkin head
you already know
Girl tell you not to worry but she always come around me
Swimming in this money bro I'm practically drowning
Ain't do this by myself
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