Lyrics:
basement door
City up north you can't escape the raw
Find me where channel live be at
(What is this)
Ghetto Business
You ain't fin to blow up shit
Ah, what y'all say we pick it back up just a little bit right here?
Yeah, Cali, what you got, baby?
Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my
Say that I'm ready
Now is the time
Look at my wrist
Watching it shine
I was down bad before
Now I be hitting it right
Stacking my money by 4's
Now I
how I feel inside , they don't need to know that
38, that Glock right by my side
Brrr, niggas better blowback
Memory trapped up inside my mind yeah
pop a ten and roll these roaches up, I'm gettin re-faded
Jamming by myself, songs of mine replaying
Numb, I feel my nervous gone, I can't relay
of hallow tip round
Turn the fuckin' sound up
My cup runneth over Hennessey, the Bill Bixby
Ninja Scroll, niggaz that roll
My son did four in the hole
I think the most important part of the song, is the come line
That’s the first three or four words that you say upon opening the verse
Because that
I woke up thinking ‘bout money today
Hit my bitch off with the stick like I'm Lee
Cuz I know how often shawty feelings could sway
cin't about dollars
Nice to meet you, Karim
Alright, alright, alright
All my niggas geeked up, we just took bout four xans
Oh that nigga fucked up, guess that boy in
they locked me up
On twenty-four separate counts of arson
And now I sit and I stare at a blank brick wall
Lookin' back on what I've done
To pass
I want to be surrounded by clouds and
The fiery flames to lighten the pounds
Bitch
Bud smoke is like a killer
Keeping that grass up in they chest
in a hearse
Judge you by your garments or what you got in your purse
Without the unity we can not have a universe
That's up for you to see before your
Rosemary, killed by your own family
Rosemary, locked away at 23
Rosemary, killed by your own family
Rosemary, oh Rosemary
Cut your brain up with
Trash Mahal yea
Oo la la la
Oo la la la
You a liar you a liar
So am I
I gotta get by right
So am I
I gotta get by right
Fuck around and told
wearing all black
Rocking a shiesty don't call it a mask
Pour up the 4 in a-
Yea they watching gotta pour my 4 in a flask
Yea minutes passing by
This shit
of squares like hop scotch
Bitches never can shut up, they must get lock jaw
4 year plan on her knees she got an odd job
My strategies got happy trees like Bob
The number one independent rapper in the world!
Tech N9ne!
I am what? Fresh out of fucks!
Fed up with everything I'm cynical than I ever been
Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
S.H.E. Dub to the M.a.c. Love
I'll never be the one
But I'm a good runner up
I always did it 4 fun
Just like drinking to much
cct up and show out
S.H.E. Dub to the M.a.c. Love
I'll never be the one
But I'm a good runner up
I always did it 4 fun
Just like drinking to much
Act up and show out
yourself quick, everyday is a dime
You ain't perfect, let the human in you shine
Take it all in, one at a time, yeah
Own your mistakes, let it by, yeah
Non
ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em? Will I diss 'em? That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
And aristocrat grifters
To the zealots
To the monarchs
What up brainiacs?
Compulsively acidic rainiacs
Repulsively predictable painiacs
To the liars
For
And my tectonic plate is full
Feed me with the rock
Let's get this six
Extra point is good
614 what's good
301
My first neighborhood
Up and down
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