with me they join Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots Its on the fast track
me they join Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots It's on the fast track
so heavy they damp track these tampax. I'm so good I spell M.o.M with an "X" and a zillion F's and it's still correct Trippin' in a theme park with a
Air Force sind neu und wei? Der Preis f?r meine Kette, das sind Treue und Schwei? Und ich bin jetzt allein, das hei?t alles is meins F?r meine Br?der
wine it While it, Nicki on them titties when I sign it How these niggas so one-track minded But really, really I don't give a F-U-C-K Forget Barbie,
in the parts of the world Yup they know my name U-f-f-I-e is heard Two million plays way before my album's coming out So when you hear this track best
twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim Its Dipset, capital don
so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim Its Dipset, capital
peeps it's a bird it's a plane but it's on the beat, super Flava's on the street bounce back again, for the crowd again I wanna stop bad guys in their tracks
mind cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice cause were celebratin no more drama in our life get the track pumpin, everybody is jumpin go ahead twist your back
ll be god damned if I throw it in the air Like I didn't care And I must say it's is no way nowhere There's no pocket full of cash too be thrown in tha air
canvas, We be that ill-type, But only when we grip mics,'n' T.F.K. Be the squad that'll burn out the lights, Like that, gettin' upon the drum track, Crack back
want you back But you ain't T-O, you ain't like that Now that I blew up it's like that She say shh baby let's talk in the back We started kissing then
[Verse 1: Takbir] Yo, swing the sword for the classic year Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air Spittin
vegatable Shows by the several, schedule full of festivals And if I ever do time than you know it's federal Uh, incredible, yeah [Common:] F-f-fam fam
'm giving em, fuck hurtin', I'm killing em Got legends ready to pick back up they pen and spit again [Angelous] I nurture the track, the perfect of rap
ten ice trays D-Block what up? what's fucking wit that? Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac
make me nauseous I feel that it's important So Let's write and go record this No need for applause If you're kickin' the raw shit We rotate tracks double back