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| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | hispanic voice same as "Intro" from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_]
What you think you like me?
You ain't like me *motherfucker*
You a punk
I been with MANY people.. CONNEC-TED
people
Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, ?, mardi gol *motherfuckers*
Why don't
you go get lost
Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin
[Jay-Z]
You're now tuned into the greatest
*Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't
fade us, hate us
Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em
Both shows
sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder
Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces
under
Face one up, to take over, the break's over
*Nigga* I'm the God MC, me,
Jay-hovah
*Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran
Bangin to the hearse where
my doctors hand
hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away
They wanna see me pay,
*motherfuckers* better ride
if they try to plant, under the seat of my car
even a
half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper
/>
Rep ya game pros
[Wais]
We celebrate this, while you sittin back
screamin you hate this
Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spittin
sperm inside of latex
You get, no respect like a child rapist
Delegate this, men
just givin facelifts
Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus
nor
Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases
Informants, heating the spot up like
global warming
Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic
Odorless
tasteless, cause of death is traceless
I know you wanna see me wasted
You call the
order, I'll be in Hell
Team Roc sweater and ice water
Righteous, dominate the
global, my life's a novel
blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals
Y'all
niggaz is local but that's evident
I'm Resident Evil, movin like ?
[Memphis Bleek]
Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin
I, oughta
applaud ya, clap at ya
Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up
Brought up in the
rapture, my flows torture
like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit
For the
love of sex money and drugs
Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs
Let the
four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower
and bring flowers for the bodies that
surround us
If you was lookin you found us
Movin with speed, tried to play
Superman
ended up like Chris Reeves
Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's
of Egypt
Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly reaped it
Keepin my Team top
seeded with the Sweet 16's
bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
Holdin,
? shots with you like a secret
It's like a story never told, but believe it...
[Sauce Money]
Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
/>
Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka
I got ya screwface in forty-two ways,
Aim better
than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire
Show Me The Money like Clue tapes
/>
Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin
Known men, home in, all of my homies
condone sin
Four shots spin ya like chrome rims
Put a part right through your dome
like the Omen, foamin
White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman
Back in New York,
honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
*Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's
fully developed
like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon
Heat-seekin, grill
huntin, still frontin?
Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing
No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail
Got em scared to drop like soap
in jail
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, there you have it
Just think of ours as
can't be touched, tested, whatever
Never disrespect this thing of ours
Roc-a-Fella
family | | | |
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