Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
to respect
Cause the energy you put out
That's the energy you get
Real talk I feel like it's a lost art
I'm talkin' manifesting the desires of your own heart
her dog home and I fucked her in the bed,
Called up Mr.Helm now we gettin bread
Aim down sights got 20/20 vision,
Shot to the head, I got all
you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (say what?)
I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (say what?)
I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
What you mean you done with me (hehe)
Yeah, you for real
You finished?
Crazy, we'll see about that
I'll be killing it, I'm ill and legit
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
that I talk
The way that I rap it
Them bitches, they know I get sick like the flu
I can’t stand a
\lil’ pussy bitch who just be talkin’
Like he
And you know I don't play around in this bih
I put a lil bust down on my chick
It's Mr. Float Around in this bih
All that callin you doing don't make no
listen
I want you to be my Mrs
If you down for real shit pimpin'
I'm gon be the one you chill with
You the girl that they told me not to talk to
Imma
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
the TV screens
So I can have real phone sex
Know what I mean?
[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter
a lil' more
Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so
Yeah yeah
So they will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
They will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
I ain't got a condom here
(Oh no)
Too
But the devil he can talk real loud (Yeah)
And my on decision I'm not proud (No)
But by the grace of God I'm here right now
Healthy and getting
your hard motherfucker
We quick to pull your card motherfucker
So watch your back, real gangstas smash
[Mr. Lil One]
Back the fuck up, who is it, see me
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
and mek life mi no affi decrease it?
As one gone a next born
This ano secret
No respect mi but uno need mi
If there's no death life we vex
Caz uno we
holdin' a grudge is like
Lettin' somebody just live inside of your head rent free
Real talk, I don't got time to evict these clowns
Y'all niggas been
but bitch
I'm preventing you put respect on my name
N's ain't real respectable
She think I'm incredible, her Mr incredible
She likin' my size, she look
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the king of New York now
And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now
From my old grams,
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
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