Lyrics:
(ayo)
You can not retire me (yeah)
I keeps it real in the field, Navy seal on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded
with
The brother from Brentwood, Long Island, nicknamed Swift Lip
I'm too smooth and yes, I groove to the Slam Track
Wit a Beck's in my right hand,
pick it up
While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my Squad
pick it up
While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my Squad
antsy in my head but look cool as an ice berg
Don’t get too close Robert Beck with pen words
So understand I can give you literature
Or I could make
grim sadness and so stressed
Oh yes, instead it's no stress, with green all in my old head
Like my team's New York Jets
No stress like STD tests after
Old school music in my head
Looking back from A to Z
Hoodies with a Hooch and a Helly Hansen
Harry Enfield hack it for the mandem
I was in my
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
slow
That's when I notice some nigga standin' by the door
The little nigga said, "Don't kill my mother"
So I bashed his head in with my Louisville
went she
One half the form of a maiden fair
With a jet-black mare's body
And loud long and shrill he blew
Till his steed was by his side
High overhead
and my chain and my bracelet
Let me do my thing, I'm with People's Entertainment
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my
stays the same
My doctor said i was insane
hit me with mietazoanine diazepam 20mgs I was out
I call up my g's when i'm out surrounded by doubt
surrounded
better dope, my nigga
Show me your vein now
Whoever in the way of my wave drowned (Nigga)
Ayo, heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
mill in the
Stash with beds made of cash
But on my head was a price
I made the bad-guys in Miami-Vice look nice
All of a sudden, I got raided
My crib was
I'm in a whole other mess
This is why I don't go for a Becks
And just stay inside with smoke in my chest
Feeling old and depressed
Stick in the Mud, it
with doo rags hangin from my pockets
[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]
So
and sunny day
My nigga Spliff was sippin' Beck's, I'm slappin' hands with Thes
Locate a shady spot so we can circulate the stress
Mary Jane invades my
She's the mutilator, music carnivore
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw
You're still amazed by the way she plays
Not a fad but a phase
As an Ole Head I won't be disrespected by no one
Go head O head
Go head O head
Go head O head
You young bloods have nothing on us
Rock with me Slide with me
gotta whip it
In the kitchen building up a future with my Pippens
I admit it I had thoughts that I would be the connect
Ran off on the plug just to get my
[Erick Sermon]
G, man, do I have the power like He-Man
To crack a wack MC's head, open like a pea can
Damn, my name should become Sam
But I
sheik
I know your daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him
They all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't
In my head!
In my head!
I've been letting this depression fester in my head!
In my head!
In my head!
I've been dancing with the devil dwelling down
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