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[Joell YAOWA! up my nigga? You say name is John? Joell Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar the interview shit I know you gon' ask I got you, don't even it
No I don't respond with answers that fit a So the repetition'll make a flip We in the game of and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff blowin circles out they mouth, praised but the shit'll shift I lived a myth, if I said it I did it Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a (boom!) I made my housing tenement a strip, movin and nicks When I seen 'em comin I jetted them pricks (ohh!) And still to this day she clean I wish my mommy never sniffed But the is makin me better with this gift (look) I'm live with this ink you could, die in a and Y'all got the to ask me why do I drink and Motherfucker sometimes I cry when I and Y'all ain't there them tears bein dried by the sink (damn) It was cold in the winter, my centers who gave me dinner I ain't mind, my chairs gave me splinters (haha!) Set up to be but was made to be a winner (look) If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the If they wrote a rap bet my name be in the scriptures If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my (woo!) I a long way from the staples in my scrilla on my pants, hardly had a gut The ladies ain't wanna dance so parties would suck All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a Nah I ain't complainin, just tellin y'all it is So if y'all goin through it now just know that kid made somethin outta nothin, I'm frontin, I was never nothin Older ladies used to tell my "Ain't he somethin?" (oww) I look at a lot of you and laugh Cause I'm the shit man, and ain't even passin gas When I spit I'm the of mastered craft And all y'all ask about is Aftermath move on!
Iyana Dean + Iffy] I'm tryin to be, than what it is you see For every take, do it like eternally But I won't let it hold me down, I it all around I'm on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes I'm movin on
Budden] I gotta give my own Since that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!) Or paint me as a cynical, but the limit you (dawg) You can't go beyond what no limit to If I think hip-hop is dead I think it's being And that comes me being inside Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if I'm vehement why Come from hearin it ve-nom-ous lies (oh!) So the beast in me cries, cause when all you hear Shit can overbear, when the obey near And so I try to straight cause when you stare in the rear in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yeah! I'm on another label, not other label That mean no longer my problem, it's theirs Some say a conspirac' I say if e'rybody's on the throne, just more motive to kill the heir Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and think you SHEEP Or you not know I'm DEEP! I'm so off of music so could SoundScan every week Me? I just got my lil' man week City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?) Cause they was steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!) Ask me about swag - I'ma change the to lyrics and brag, plus look at you like a fag I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I with They burned the but they was standin underneath it I'm on my grind, Benjamin Was old since I was young, me Benjamin Button And usin slang just for you to be cool Cause I go BACK to when it was to be you I'm a (nah) No I mean I'm Hiro from "Heroes," y'all zeroes Muh'fucker I just got finished ME feelin like a zero They played DeNiro, never been though So before next thought, understand Know MUCH more to me than the man that or move on
Da 5'9"] My rhyme's reflection of and Preme's soul Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five, I look like this, I just seem old But I had to bleed the of a Dirty motherfucker to suffer clean clothes and touch what a holds The real market is harsh, everything goes from foes to who you was everything fo' But I cut 'em off and move on to the new New friends chasin my new ends with new Watchin my dreams fold, like a stack of in the pocket of who ain't tryin to up daffodils But we the You couldn't handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a You dealt with shady I dealt with Shady shit But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's (that's me!) I mean that all respect to Paul and Sheck But and Marshall is all you get (that's it) My superb, I love Paulie Rosenberg What I say in a track, those just (woo!) Baby boy forgive me, I'm just Cause I can change into anything niggaz me to be like Mystique I don't dig deep To realize bought Big Proof a big jeep he deserved it; how can I mourn the same way Shady did over him when he him when he attended Osbourne? (yes!) Marshall I'm sorry (sorry) I knew it went (left) I ain't into fuckin my family incest If you remember Ice to be my life's interest Tell Hailie my just had a princess Since I made up with Em it's nothin that I can move on from, so who some? Like a jar of Poupon You ask anybody in any car, one of them move on
I] When fans picture my They think I'm in a swimmin pool with women who abused So they turn into strippers they livin in the nude One in the middle blowin my inner tube, while the interviewer's ridiculed Is this your vision? let me give you a little jewel Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is SCREWS Don't get it misconstrued, don't get shit confused I'm two seconds prison food, I'm a different dude! in my reach man, still in Long Beach man Hopin if my grind help me get out, my speech can I been in the streets than Yao Ming's wingspan You can be MTV, I'll be I deal with politics, bandannas and tips Half you follow this, role models can swallow DICK! Was stressed out over flow used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes Rap about a dance while I'm targetin some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots Make him a (Ghost) like he of The Lox I won't stop recordin, 'til I'm makin harder than 'Pac's If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he there (I'm right there!) Every memory my Dodger hat's a nightmare! As a kid I had to breakfast And now the best question you have to ask me, "Is this a necklace? Where's your beat Dre? Your feature from Cube?" These leave people confused Cause they know I leave abused, I eat the EQs I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think the SHOES! Back in Cali niggaz blaze and Waitin on "Detox" to the West, ha ha Even if the shit is it ain't givin you niggaz hope unless your wrote on a check from Interscope NOPE! on
[Crooked I - over Move on West, Coast, West move on And all that shit in the past me bein on Death Row? on
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