Lyrics:
[Treach] No Limit
[Myst.] Naughty!
[Treach] Da bomb Ill
[Myst.] Mystikal!
[Treach] IllTown
[Myst.] Da Big Eazy.. (oh shit) HAH!
Chorus:
a DOPEBOY
Lookin like money everytime I flow by
Haters hatin on me i don't know why
Cause I'm come from da bottom
Were da sun don't shine
Pops died young so I
a complete masterpiece"
Y'all figure this kinda is but this I bound to overtake (the dj saved my life)
I hear da (honk, honk), that's Kit, so let's pray
hah yeah! this is funky!
I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is di-da, make it raw
Fly like an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethin',
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
out!"
Ayo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man louis from the ville, slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats, cause rugged
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Chorus
Jermaine Dupri:
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...
[Da Brat]
I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent
braid heads, I get respect from all da dreads
Coming thru wit a gang a chicks
Pretty bitches who don't give a shit
Hop in ya ride and take ya whip
We
Da, daa, daa, daa
Da, daa, daa, daa
Daaa...
Da, daa, daa, daa
Da, daa, daa, daa
Daaa...
Juvenile:
Who tha fuck? Nigga hittin' shots in the truck.
bang bang, fight in the lane
Dip Gang still ride with the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the chain
You know who did it still grindin same
Now
Y'all done fucked Mylo onda beat, and got bro bringing heat
They dont know what to do with that
But they know Keezus Christ they like who da LAB
Now
inside
Voices and choices are swirled inside
Lies, more lies
Lies, more lies
Who wanna die alone
Who wanna die alone
Kiss of death, kiss of death from
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
Ps by da pack
In a safe, in a flat
Different place from da trap
Not a slag
It come wit a trap hoar
I hit that raw
Niggaz flexin there’s a different
Mayhem:
It's Caliente, guess who's F'in' up the game
Now we coming to America, steppin' off the plane
Usually what we on, luggage by Louis Vuitton
I
me flexin by da beach
I finesse and get it cheap
Or f*ck around and get it free
Ain't no question I'm a beast
I'm connected in da streets
I can't let
[Royce (Pharrell)]
Be quiet (Yeah)
I know what you thinking (Yeah)
Who the hell is that (Yeah)
You in the club minding ya own business (Yeah)
Or fall, slaughtered by the daughter of God
That makes me a Goddess (say what?), the one who rocks the hardest (say what?)
Uh, uh, definitely show
raw
It’s my dawg my vs my dawg
Feel like da referee that made da bad call
But all along I ain kno nothin at all
Dis shit trippy if u ain round why u
in his body been gone long before but
Some many people say he change
Nobody to call gotta walk in da rain
Star my movie guess jump out da scene
Who can
I fucc raw I pray to God ion get one these bitches knoccd up
Play em and finesse to take it all like fucc a prenup
She clean up for it's done, she
FOUND IN THE ROUGH
THATS WHY IM DOWN IN THE TRENCH
I’m FROM THE GARDEN
I LOVE THE FLOWER
YOU CAN TELL BY THE STENCH
YOU CAN TELL WHO PLAY THE GAME
Land of the free
But the skin I'm in identifies me
So the people around me
Energize me
Callin' all aboard this train ride
Talkin' 'bout raw
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