a g knight print up-in ya face 250 on my j's dey don't come out til 4 more days [Plies:] Pliesss... I spunt 2500 on dis outfit Could have been 3 ounces
person, you gon' say, "Them some cool fools" Good music still around, just gotta know where to find it The seasoned entrepreneur independently grindin 20 plus 3 years deep
range [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] More to the truth no writin just me recordin in the booth forced by the loop n the guitar but I'm the boss of the group I speak truth deep
steppin to the silent Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3
that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep I
a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess
t a hater playa But I want all you got Your babies have babies Now we fighting each other My dogs got rabies They biting each other 'n' it ain't
much closer To Jehovah bro He wrote you All we need to grow as soldiers And show other folks, we 'posed to So grab your pen, pencil, highlighter, and your commentary And dig deep
see you work it out on me If you wanna get down, baby (I do), I do Holler at me (Baby), baby, uh-huh If you're rollin' deep tonight (Rollin' deep) Then
sly and slick, a clever cat You take me out? Yo - never that I'm God a, descendant of Master Farrahd The Flavor Unit Assassination Squad [VERSE 3: Queen
! lets get that money man lets get that money man [Verse 2:] Call me the unemployment office, cause a nigga got that work Niggas stavin on the other
house I write my raps and hope it pays my mother tried to worn me what comes around goes around selling dope to brothers is bringing my own people down deep
loved the chief hay Pipes with them white boys, them blunts when I'm around the way Never seen nothin other than them streetlights Late at night, trife
the south Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit Especially when other niggaz
. We got a tremendous work overload. The boss don't care about the dress code. So if your hair's messed up, come on in. Nobody don't care 3 o'clock
death Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left... [Verse 3] Tell
"Motherfuckin' Akrobatik" "Rip the shit up" [x3] "Motherfuckin' Akrobatik" "Y'all know who this is" [VERSE ONE] You call it a prophecy prediction or
Must have been that something you told me Whispered just the other day Said that you'd be leaving tomorrow But there's got to be some other way To bring
