Lyrics:
tho by the
WAIST, save that nemo for seagulls, i need mo space,
.steve irwin jersey city bieber version, i don't
GIVE a dam, i leave the beaver hurtin,
clear not foggy
Music with a message, got logic no bobby
Beats hit ya chest like a twelve gauge shotty
Like boom, igniting the fume
Sweep 'em all up, yeah
Think I need me a new gen
The one i got it steady glitchin
Slidin' in that Hemi
Pushin' hard, might blow the engine
BFB part two, that version one
Blew up
vagina, discussin' the finer things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream (uh)
Yeah
Back at it again, Closet Chronicles, you know what I'm saying
Maybe I should name my album Closet Chronic
I don't know
I'll figure it out
Just
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
to Kendrick
October 22nd, the album, so go and get it
Look, turn a good kid to wig city
I serve plenty
Shoot 'til the chamber and clip empty
That's real crippy
light up in da night
Like 3m zerø Zerø
Shake a real nigga hand errtime u
See em' see em' see em'
Young Flashy Nigga shinin'
Like i got on 3m 3m 3m 3m
by my wrist I gave the pot whoopings
You ain't bout no gun action stop woofing
N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets
Made 5K on the corner
informed like Snow y'all
Producer's Assistant picked up my phone call
So the wrath of the ubsa is finna blow y'all
Look college ain't like a different
lights
I'm a wolf, black version of Twilight
These rap nigger's too thick, they make a plight
This is a rap sticker, I heard your album
But like
so-called rappers need to go call
Ghostbusters to shoot busters I'm Casper when I go off
I show up, to show out and show off
You a hundred percent behind me
shit I ain't done nothin' to 'em
They just mad 'cause when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em
Between me and you, yo you know I run right through 'em
[Bis]
had to get you in my bed
So the weeks roll by and what do you know
We hang one night and shit goes down
But she promised she wasn't a hoe
Da na nothing
I'm too fucked up, I can't even tolerate myself
Sleep with one eye open, in case they try and move in stealth
And my mama's worried 'bout me, but I
And niggaz throw your TS's up (beat Novacane)
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin' New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
dead body go do better album
I know say Dagrin dey laugh i dy wound this track
E dy show 2pac na ur warri version be that
Na me dy run the street una
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
I copped a full grip
Watch me kill 'em on the mic and leave em screaming who did it
Now Who this
The greatest that only God can mention
My name causes
the underground now we're moving up, climb
I'm a drop another album do it up fly
Bust another round now it's shoot-em-up time
I don't gotta gap but I gotta
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