Lyrics:
the hardcore
Abolish Venom and Carnage, admonish a Secret War
The Endless Waltz, Wing Zero, Epyon, the encore
I got more bars than arms on Doctor Octopus
Starry night, an unknown creation
Written by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur
Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh
A creative heart
The pros oppose to gettin
Froze than economy plus
Link up with Erick and P
And do a whole collabo
Together, called +Da Joint+, business class
To run up in
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
kidding and lying
We leaving our homes and we coming on the street they gon know who we are
Cux we dey run
We dey come
Yede heat b3 tum ama kwan na
fews
Foolz hit da dance floor, to shake shoes
Intect ya like a hip hop monsta who sucks Oooohhhs
Outta da power that I used that I used ta sock prower
or fall
Slaughtered by the daughter of God
That makes me a Goddess, the one who rocks the hardest
Uh, uh, definitely show and prove
Lyrics hit like
It feels like I fell off
I ask myself, If I wasn't doing this music
Would I be better off or we'll off
My biggest enemy's my inner me
Paranoid by
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
no make up
Lights in the ice in da Jacob
First you stay down and then cake up
Who else you know that just came up
Lawn mower bags how I rake up
Nigga
of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer
So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to make me fry
I'll poke him in his eye with a who, what, when and why
Oh
smoking (w)rappers
Whether white or brown yea I do spit raw
Alaye joor-joor-joor
See I don't know about you
But I'm the only number 1 from the 234
Alaye
kicking game like Acclaim
Those who you call Doggs rat your name
Those who say they love you attack your change
That's why I fold down 4 fingers
Say fuck
hoe when I come 'round
She gon' get missing by sun down
She smell da guap like a bloodhound
I hit that bitch wit the run around
Run it up
I got my
a artist
Hoes try so hard to compete
But they know I go the hardest
I mean let's really be honest
I'm a threat i'm da target
An hating hoes it's over for
life by the sword
And if you live by it, die by it, I'll still kill your horse
Set me up, coming back, like a thief in the night
I'll have a suicide
Cuz I been starting wars, breaking laws
Exposing these haters flaws
Leavin em mauled by these bars
As I'm shovin my balls in ya girls jaws
Layin it raw
stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up the fo's
You can tell by da gear that
stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up the fo's
You can tell by da gear that
shows, code switching
Getting on, get exposed, only one who's trending
God be on the throne by his lonesome don't play positions
Nah!
He at the center
and Kriss Kross
Who da boss, niggas get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side I am the force of course
It's the Method (woo) from the Wu Tang (woo)
"One-two.."
"One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out"
"One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic"
"One-two.." "The maker, owner!"
"Come on, now
Look who just walked in the door
Look who just walked in, DJ Premier, huh, word up
Oh, you got Poet wit'chu, Blaq Po' whattup man
Yo, gimme some
Look who just walked in the door
Look who just walked in - DJ Premier, huh
Word up! Oh you got Poet wit'chu
Blaq Po' whattup man!
Yo gimme some
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