Lundi 8 heures il faut que j'aille bosser, J'suis a la bourre et mes dents je n'ai pas eu le temps d'les brosser. Apres un week end tout c'qu'il y a
Lundi 8 heures il faut que j'aille bosser, J'suis a la bourre et mes dents je n'ai pas eu le temps d'les brosser. Apres un week end tout c'qu'il y
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm talkin' 'bout brain power homeboy They can't mess with me 'cause I'm too smart for them out there You know what I'm sayin
Can I leave? Can I breath? Inhale exhale get off of me What I do? Where I be? Who I see? You follow me What is this? Can I live? Can I breath? Inhale
what I'm makin, better check the reputation, nigga can delt with frontin and hatin, see I'm polishin, plus I'm cool, yea I'm a thug, yea I'm a fool, I
't bomb back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you
's right, know what I'm saying, straight up comin to you Snypaz and do or die, rap-a-lot mafia From the chi, here it go like this [verse 1] I went from
Dear Liza, Minelli, I jam like jelly and I got helly what, helly what, HELLY RHYMES I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks Nobody
I'm 'bout to exit I can bet a grip she work her hands and lips Like a porno star who cares if her man a trip I can handle it, it's so scandalous Yall
I got flow My jewels is drippin' All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit different Doc is chillin', Jerz is chillin' What can I say - fuck your feelin's Dog
's next arrivin' I gotta think of a plan so I can eat I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks I squat up, 'cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin
trench Bustin' off two macks, I'm like I'm hit Yo, I'm just playin', I clear the crowd out Like a peppa spray can sprayin' I throw lightin' out the arms raiden Go guard your prey Next year I do
it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit Then carve my name in your pavement I was rated 'X' but I flexed I
uncut kind Baby, I can make a mill if I rap or if I sing Done tryna ball ma, I own a damn team Even with a noose nigga still can't hang Let me tell
same shit I did I can't do no bid, I got a mortgage and my kids in a forest by the bridge And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge with dem grills So
cause my loot no share 'cause I invest in glocks How ya shoot that there? I do got playas pimps slash some hustlas that do got they rapid self
all in this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave without a clue Whatta
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there For all the soldiers, money folders, you're on my shoulders You can't hold us back I'm spitting out
