Lyrics:
On Grant Street
Ain't got much money
And he ain't got much to eat
Well, all you rich people
Passing by his feet
You make J.C. so sad sometimes
That he
with any form of taste knows that
Was the best video of the year!
Dexter didn't feel he even had a chance
Of winning and he was right!
You guys are
Leveled up raichu
And zoomed right by you nigga
Sipping gengar
Speeding in a race car
Don't want to feel my anger
Gengar with a ar nigga
Rock star
It a crazy world we live in, every minute I walk by I wonder how you guys be chilling, y’all seen the news, kids getting shot, right down the block,
baby, pass the glass
As we run up in the club politician with thugs
When your bra straps showin' baby girl it's love
Cause you are the loose
Token
like my stainless
To play by the rules
Eye for an eye we try
Dividing the future
Me and bredrins
Cruise on productions grip venom
Leaving you unable
Mary J. Blige]
All my love is all I have
And my dreams are very special
All my life I looked for you
And today your dream come true
You need me
wrote this to help me be me to have fun and to say s***
And maybe it'll help you too with whatever you're facing
Wanna put this on a playlist it's fine by
relief I spell it J-V-C
To break it down even further B-E-E-L-U-V
If you don't understand M-E you will S-double-E
I am a R-A-P-P-E-R, a real dope emcee
Yo
come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sittin' down on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the titties though
J-Ro, oh, you didn't know? No
Well, fuck you then
I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats
Hit the eightball like Minnesota Fats
Got more than
too
Black folks will kill their brother for no more than a shoe
So when they go extinct can't nobody blame you
"But people are hungry there's no
I'm the bad guy cause I'm the only one who can see it
We Can't have an opinion unless you are the victim
At this point I've lost all faith in humanity
whack
Now what you hear is what you lack
Take a lil' bit of this a lil' bit of dat
Who dropped the bomb on hip hop
Who got biggie and who shot tupac
let me say right away,
you will be thrilled, because the other seat is filled
by a long-standing friend of yours.
Action!
Frederick:
Well, here we are
walls can come tumbling down!
Are you gonna be threatened by
The public enemies no. 10,
Those who play the power game
They take the profits, you
you are
But one day he'll know who we are though
Ye ye
Rooo!
Maybe I just got a little personal with it
Those exposure lines didn't hurt your feelings
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
look like
Lames all up in the videos, Suge Knight
Lullaby one of you mumble rappers, good night
You wear a lot of name brand clothes but they don't
pastors
Who knew our recipe was for disaster
Used to
Know ya whole damn phone number just by heart
Used to
Write you corny DMs in the dark
Used to
Tag you
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
who, good for what
Is your mind body soul better from it?
Tell me why do y'all love it?
Songs meant to send you to prison
Bids to influence a million
the fuck you niggas can't go gold before me
I see you on your videos on B.E.T.
It makes me want to kick a hole in my T.V.
Cause I hate an individual who
mean
Their fingers and lips are
Just stinking of green always lean
Now they wanna hate on showerman
Rudeboy, you see the hype on
These MCs are getting
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