rappin until I hoarse or swollen Thirteen years and rollin Bringin the coldest to the CONUS Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no more of this Never
scared to react Because your conscience is guilty, and your rap is wack So get off the rap tip before I have to take a step atcha This is the final chapter
-k in this muthafucka, you know I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin' side of me We fin' to spit some of this old flamboyant shit Check game It's another one
a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily with this explosion
him rewind this time I draw the line He's mine, just chill Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill And this
] Yea nigga punchline kid is back, New York City stand the fuck up [Lloyd Banks] Go get ya camera man, thats a Lambo' fam gun in the safe, the same one
Imagine substitutin' crack for music I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it (There it is right there) For all you players, hustlers, ballers
am , you must be sleeping The sky is frosted silver A tribute from the star's tonight (silence sleeps tonight) with regret I write this letter these parting
as every day is ours so make each and everyday count somehow will you have played your part? will you have carved your mark? where are you at this very
do to me? is this the way it's meant to be? can't you just give me a second chance. i was always there for you but you were never there for me stop this
This bitter pill that you have sswallowed Washing it down, the hardest part This taste left in your mouth reminds you Your smile is so brittle, your teeth
me, I don't mean to cause But you took one look and began to pause Didn't holla at the dollar we was willin' to spend But you took one look, wouldn't
U.S. to Canada (Mic check one, two) Of course my name is Royce 5'9" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (You want to set this off?) Yeah, yeah (let 'em know
850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But at the same time, niggaz on the block is ill Some'll rock you to sleep, hap,
-i-c-k in this muthafucka, you know I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game- It's another one
say they move down and side to side I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path nigga, when the bullet blow! One bullet for this silly muthfucka
this, unlock this The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious You can't knock this, bust
This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined souls the hands I've been trying to hold This is to the (uh-uh) love that I lost and all the troubling thoughts of