t feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it
't got insurance yet I keep a hammer close because foes wanna stick me up But keep my movement swift because Po's wanna frisk me up Since '94 I've been
'm Malcolm X, Huey Newton Marcus Garvey, I'm surrounded by my army damn Damn, nigga try and harm me Fuck what a hater think How could niggas try to rob
restaurant, And she such a boss b-tch she can hire who she wants, She can help me blow this queen, she the fire to my blunt, You can try it if you want
buy her restaurants And she such a boss bitch, she can hire who she want She can help me blow this cream, she the fire to my blunt You can try her if
, she ain't nothing Kosher She lets me closer, hotter than a pepper crusted samosa While I try to keep my composure She was walkin' around with a loaded shotgun Ready to fire
smile Stay up on your move Live free, live free, live free Homie live free, live free They gunna try to tell you no Shatter all your dreams But you gotta get up
myself I love girls (what) I get a kick out of play with fire I get a kick out of play with fire Playing with fire Playing with fire She Ain't going no
your thinkin' what I'm up to All I wanna do is try to get to know you I can be the one You know the one you don't know your lookin' for We can be the spark To start a fire
calls To let the hatin' get to me, Especially when I know you ain't gone Bring the shit to me, So on and so forth, I'm so on and so forceful, Young fire
dont get high on my grouch so i puff on my line and be out i call my roll dogg pick me up wit weed lets hit the road dawg you blew up wit the hood
stealing from me (from me) Let me try this rapping thang (thang) I know you know I hear ya (hear ya) And it ain't embarassing (sing) Set the game on fire
Dirty And Mean So Don?t Try To Cross Me Don?t Put Me Down Alive And Still Kickin? I?ll Be Around There Is No Reason To Stop And I Will Never Give Up
willin' niggas gonna triple up the munnies Triple up the munnies, wisdom is improvin, if no one's there to listen guess I'll put it in the music Triple up
Roscoe Dash] Talk 2 me Wale You know we had to do it again bruh bruh Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me [Wale:] What up bankhead
m not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh Not even cosmic dimensions and such But many fools, they try to post a duel Try to post a front
boots. Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits. The children await me by the mountain in the river. and gather round the fire for the scroll that