Lyrics:
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you
Only 5 foot 7 but keep the big boy blunts
Thuggin’ on a fuck nigga like
You a bitch don't jump
Flexed a little with the Draymond style
But I'm A1 now
They all you got when Mufasa dies
It's hard to be all Hakuna Matata
When you don't have him
Cause that makes the Matatas seem like they got Hakuna end
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
Yeah
Turn it up
Yeah, turn the vocal up
Uh
Light work like it's PWC
It's a cold world, keep the heat under your seat
I got a phone call, they
have
He don't want smoke
He can't jump my rope
Facebook selling secretes I'm sending a poke
He a little bitch got a little water bowl
Gold collar make
I met this girl late last year
She said don't you worry if I disappear
I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake
I called an old friend
Wearin stripes from head to toe
No fancy gold, no fancy car
And the brothers inside don't care who you are
A 7-foot brother doin life
300 pounds, says
This where we separate
The boys from the men
I'm not Joyner
I am not Joyner
You niggas really got me fucked up
It's 'bout to get real spooky
want nothing in common with y'all
If you'd wanna go joggin' wit snitches or snakes
My God
I have to go atone right now
I could tell ya but I don't think
I'm clutching the mic I usher with the toughest murderous rhymes
Buck up you can't, stare at your death right up in my eyes
I'm so bright they dilate
or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had
just need me a pound
Supercharge v12 can tell by the sound
Don't know no percussion but keep 50 rounds
Huh
Keep sticks like a forest
Can't fuck with
the pussy drips
Yeah I'm an angry nigga (Fuck it)
Top notch, skipping like hopscotch
Soon, I'm gonna have the whole city locked
Watch
What, you don't know?
it for acknowledgement
We invest dollars here so I'd advise you to
Think about the consequence
Do you just do reconnaissance?
You have no clue on what
close and don't be square
You wanna battle me -- Anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, Boy, you're dead wrong
So come on, everybody
is loaded up
My conscious raw, I monster ball
I got multiple lines buzzing like a conference call
But wait
I’m surrounded by idiots
Pound for pound
head up through the storm
Don't let 'em have it
Be yourself nigga
Be yourself
Stay true, die black
Fuck 'em talking in the back
They in the back
You
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
these guys on the mic get busy
So free
I'll see you tomorrow
Dick Grayson of the game
So I'll call me
Call me the boy wonderfucker Bruce Wayne
Intense
Pullover ????? don't take in this weather
In a media beaten by my accord
The unfallen melancholy house that ushers out your vocal chord
HOOK
Wherever
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
on you, but that shit could have been an emergency
Calls dropping cause my service weak
Let me call AT&T and tell them, boys
That I'm still above they top
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