Now I really don't care about
No nigga tryin' to slang
And I really don't give a fuck
About no nigga tryin' to Bang
'cause we got, hand times commin'
Down like rainy weather
We can buck N shoot em up
Or we can all rize togetherWith the price in your eyes
The pep in our step I'm tryin' to
Spit the message out until I reach
My last breath my physical awareness
Plus my continuous mind pülus the Live
Microphone equals righteous rhyme
So you know I'm flowin' like H2O
Then fountain non-stop to a thirsty soul
I be like, cupid draw back my bowPoint it at your mind N let my fly rhyme go
'cause I, a man born to die small speak on
Till I'm carried by six to my restin' home
'cause I'm a hoochy fader
Devastader, real Busta Hater
The hommy's call me "G" 'cause I'm
G-g-greater on the microphone
Splurgin' cut snakes like a surgeon
And Busta you can't fade 'cause
I flow tight like a virginBeing raised as a "G"
It ain't the easiest thang to be
Runnin' Gunnin' Ridin' Rollin'
Hey-Aye It's got the best of me
As I grow you watch me come
With the smooth flow, cause you
Know Mr. P don't stop I let it go
Now I'm comin' up, cause it's the thing
To do cause I brought y'all on this track
You see I thought y'all knew another black man
I got the master plan and I'm twisted comin
Back so y'all can understand because it's
In me I'm comin deep like the sea and
I'm swimmin in this mystical frame
You see I'm off express mode cause I deliver
My own and I'm wishin and I'm hoping I can
Sit on my throne, I'm all alone
I'm pushing 2 times to y'all dome
It's my brain and I'm wishin you well can't
You feel that I was born I had the mission
Right from the start then I carried it then
I burried it so listen up cause I got to tell
You one more time stay real and stay up
As I kick my rhyme's
Chorus
Songwriters
BUCHMANN, ULRICH / MUELLER, FRANK / WAGNER, JOERG / JOSEPH, GEORG ANTHONY / WHITE, JAMESPublished by
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