Lyrics:
(Personal)
Now the words I kick to some might sound radical
But I'll explain, it's simply mathematical
You diss, I diss, this creates an equal
You reply
Isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cuz we'll be the Old School artists
And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
the 2Pacalypse
Ooohh that's very good
Remember the last to have the
Challenger from the phone ringing
Eat the package mane
And I'm Shock G and this
Two it's time
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by
can't rock this shit, uh
Can't do it like me, huh
I need some Visine, too high for this shit
So remind me what you said
He say I'm weird but his bitch in
metropolis
Ain't no stopping this watch carnage through your picket fence
Drench wickedest stench no appeal to make amends
Say goodbye my friends to your
Yo
You know the posse's all together, see how it go
(What?)
Watch
Yo
Come on
Shit be crazy when we slide
Heaven is a ghetto, keep a angel by
know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse
I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I
Sometimes I got my gear on,
basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some love though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back
Little nig
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
paint, walk the plank
Fuck the bass smokin' hay
Me, I ain't no joke
And then some more dope then you'd ever know
E-I-L-O, hello
When I'm all by myself
You're the pitcher, this block is your mound
Buildin' a beast so villians can eat
I reside on the west, chilled on the east
If I say that I rock, then
I'mma call this nigga real quick,
Mellow yellow, it’s ya boy Brotha lynch hung a.k.a Spider-Man,
Ay I’m sending that package man,Um let me know
hopping, feeling right
Booties shaking, all around
Pump that jam, while I'm gettin' down
Check the mirror, looking fly
Round up the posse, jump in my
brothers, I'd die for these thugs
Say hi to this slug
It's a shame how some niggas on the West Coast was ridin' with 'Pac
But when he died, they went pop
brothers, I'd die for these thugs
Say hi to this slug
It's a shame how some niggas on the West Coast was ridin' with 'Pac
But when he died, they went pop
she role up in this sheets and let me spark that 'L, tell
What we gonna do when the 'L is gone
(Yeah)
Should we just role some more so we can flow
thinking that it's certain
That you nothing but a bitch
She be telling you she love you
She got ran through by the posse
Oh my gosh I'm sorry
Knew you were
How much
Forty three thousand fully equipped
That all
Machine gun turrets extra
We in Carrera 911's when my posses on Broadway
Top down baby cause we
, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by-by-by, hey
(this thing right is the story of some everyday hood things)
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by
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