Lyrics:
the Yacht Club, I just moved in
I can tell your diamonds fake, don't gotta zoom in
Big 5, and it's poking out my waistband
Been on 88 lately, right by
technical difficulties
Please stand by"
[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]
Auto four six seven five four three
Equals, the levels, of nobody in this
16th Chamber, temple number five
Somebody said it's on
If it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up
With my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it
late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-Fuck with them real niggas
Who don't
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
I'm not for da games nah nigga ion with that
.45 Go insane you playin it blow ya shit bakk
I ain't worried bout them niggas sayin they gon test us (Huh)
Ain't no cap in none of these raps I write
Point fingers til you get slapped by five
Shit be funny as fuck haha
I don't want to hear that shit ah ah
Can't lie right now I'm blessed
They say it's two eazy like monts
But how come life feels just like a test
I don't wanna work in no nine to five
Be
that's a step
I love faith that's a bet
I'm so based need acid
On my time need a sec
I serve face get in depth
I don't break that's a test
Pray for Mars I
Yo, another stikmo’ anthem
Wild mighty freaks
My wendy was always on top of herself
She did to me all the things a man wanna test
Her body was
Soul intact
The fire gets lit He's the one with the match
I don't want to drive
Seek and you find
What's really going on inside
It's six thirty five
Time
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
And doze off like snores, but odds like that with these thoughts I have's
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with
a threat
Knowin' the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed
five, I don't do it for the flexin' shit
I mean on Cinco de Mayo I shot it out with Mexicans
Did my drive-by, wasn't even havin' sex and shit
Fourteen,
Test the realesst
Stay focused and keep the enemy near us
Niggas is careless, slipping up
Switching up teams
Crossing over and getting stuck
For their
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows, I wear new clothes
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