Lyrics:
like Wayne by the way dat um goin in
Pushin chips all in
They teach the game but won't pass you the ball huh
They say they risking it all
I teach
slam the door
Go and lock him out and run to me
Oh you stars are shining
Lighting up the sky
The whole world is here to see
That I feel a wave
Hashirama
Hashirama
Yeah
Yah
Look
Look
I don't think you feel my pressure
I'm not gon' get it by pushing a CV and shit
And a number listed
high speed
You can call a nigga 5G
[chorus]
Now I'm finna rise
Way up to the sky
Nigga slam Dunkin' like mike
Get the bag get mad likes
Had to get up
Ever since I was a kid,
I found it hard to keep my anger in.
I pound my fists and I slam the door.
‘Til I got older and found the liquor store.
better slam them brakes
Fuck with my family, beat the breaks off you
Written By: Augustine Mendoza
Sometimes I want to choke slam my phone on the floor
Is it really that hard to get what I want whenever I want, I've become so demanding
unleashing a pain from another plain
Breaking jaws, your face is so outta place
The place is amazed
When I slam you to your grave
You can’t contain
What
Listen to the tale I tell
a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door
my heart up on the floor
I watch you slam down, slam down
Wish I never fell in love in this town, this town, oh
I see the light
You can't replace
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
anytime we pass through,
(Telephone ring) Hello Poochie Lu,
It come in like mi slam two a di gal dem inna yuh crew,
And by the week fi done mi affi
and coming in a hurry
With the furies breathing down your neck
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low playing! Fine,
bands off the flip
Buy the buildings that we ran through as kids
I wish that every day
That I could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where
overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
I am from where the niggas say "What up cuh?"
You can get your ass wet up by "one
I've been cheated by you since I don't know when
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
I don't know how
approval rating by serving your ass with words fool
Slam yo' back to the curve bra, like sanitation worker
'Cause ya trash, I'm taking out the trash and all
put it to ya boy
Hope you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop, place your
ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze,
of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents (begins fading)
Bad Lieutenant,
on Wednesday night
Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
Without a reply, I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers
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