Lyrics:
Yeah
Dig it like
Too many shots of the 19th century
Nigga feeling loose like a white boy mixtape
Meddy don't mix great
Body on tilt soul real lit
y'all see
I believe I rock it properly
Obviously a lot of y'all agree
Remind me, what the fuck can stop Ali?
Only me as far as I can see
Line 3
Cold flow, I did it for show, I'm tipping my hat to the best
Mofuckas know better that's why they don't test
I put 'em on notice
Don't give me the go,
Like I'm made by treyarch cause won't nobody save y'all
Got to stick to rapping cause I don't like to play ball
Welcome to the jungle yeah this where all
Yea
A whole lot of chit chat
You know what I'm saying
Yappity yap
Yappity yap
Do something
I wanna see some action
I wanna see ya'll do it
You rap?
I
to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me
yeah)
I already told you this but I had to tell y'all twice (twice)
This a dangerous lifestyle, every day I roll the dice (It's lit)
Did this by myself
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
crazy, go dumb, yeah
Niggas ridin', slidin' by, might take a bitch so keep her close
Y'all niggas ain't on shit, get back step back real quick
I am
at the party so I know y'all trippin and still
God must love me a whole lot
I'm so blessed
I ain't dwellin on what I don't got
It's no stress
Don't worry bout me
and patience
Still keep the balance of love and hatred
Chris and Raymond
The hate equals love you know the equation
I'm turning in paper but these don't get
Lot of ya'll talkin' like woo
Lot of ya'll talkin' like
Catch me on the block, catch me on the block bro
Like catch me on the block, catch me
Santa Claus
Know all the pimp codes and the bylaws
Got enough paper, I could buy y'all
At the Bayou, I could buy you
Walkin' 'round here with a slave
by thug nigga
Come on! I know she fucked
A lot of drug dealers
But she never got fucked by thug nigga
Come on! I know you fuck
A lot of drug dealers
show, by now maybe you know
Who don't scheme, but knows more lines than coke fiends
Closing dark plates, it's hot and smoking
Sneaky green slow flow,
been in Arkansas with her ailin' pa
Ain't nobody home that way
(Ha ha, 'cept Abell)
Now, I don't mean nothing by what I say
But if you won't say it, I
look you in the eyes
-In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-See we successful black businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers
(Chorus)
I ain't never took a handout I don't need it take it back
When I was in the trenches where the fuck was all ya'll at
They told me that I never put
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
Annual, sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
Cross Country Clothing
And a lot of wack shit that the hood will
Not wear anymore we got my man
Up first his
against me (uh)
Do y'all want beef (uh uh) or do y'all want peace? (uh uh)
y'all don't really want to see me take it to the streets (uh uh)
When
witness
All the pain and the hurt that y'all going through
Y'all just lost y'all moms I know I lost mines too
And yours help raise me so really it's like I
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be
Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by
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