You don't see me in the 'cause I'm doing this man
Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still hearing those I'm still getting by those lights Only the light's and my mic's on And my time is none because I'm more
An' I ain't here to meet a soul in business I'm here to eat, speak until these feel this And I let y'all derail me, man I got Young homey, you gotta let go off Obie
'Cause Obie be back, we got them craps on And that yak going on, soon as a nigga down, back from town It's forever, put on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy time
Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my give out is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now I'm here, so shut your mouth And me love, bitch
I wanna love you for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morn, you through the night I just wanna love you for the rest of my I hold you in the morn, hold you through the night
There's a certain mystique I speak that you notice That's sort of unique 'cause you it's me My poetry's and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to
I'm strapped, it's known any minute I snap I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush I bully these rappers so bad It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it even money
You can't pay me for you to play me It's you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady My is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo I got loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal
It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, it There's no humor in it, no more you I'm rolling with a bowling ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass You better me, bitch
I just wanna love you for the of my life I wanna hold you in the morn, you through the night I wanna love you for the rest of my life I wanna you in the morn, hold you through the night
My buzz is crazy in the hood, they my name If it about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love me too, I like a boss Nine Eleven Porsche same color as sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. was the shit Let me find out he 'round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eating right, rewinding the tape Now shorty in the precinct, hollering rape
I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with hoe's I thought Lil' Kim was hot 'til she start with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill and tap my Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn't have no
boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail That went butt-ass, for his record to sell My back shots'll help hit them high notes And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to throat
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