That's some gangsta shit Check the original, y'all niggas digital The pyroclastic flow, this insane
Motherfuckers love me Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me Wish I was they Godfather, sell drugs for me But all they can do is tap cause for me Look homie, you can be my crony If you figure how to get a check out of Sony Oh Lord, thought I watch preaching to the choir When I'm in this pool, bet I might catch on fire Ass full of gas, do you got a lighter? Hand full of ass, why should I retire The shit I spit might inspire a messiah To throw these lies in a lake full of fire Ain't nothing flier than my fuckin' rims and my tires And a word to the wise, you better fuckin' recognize That I been on the block since bitches did the wop Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, nigga Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D P.E, DMC, nigga know your history If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a bitch to me Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E West Coast bitch, yeah that's all me With Too Short and the D-R-E We made it too hard, check our family tree See you try to make a snapple out of all them bad apples Nigga enough Leave you baffled then, careful then Running through your house like it's a motherfuckin' raffle I'm a asshole with tabasco, you the last hoe I would ask for If I had to leave your house walked into a ho house The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out It's all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out Picture this in a frame, get tore out When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right
So what you from the gutter We all had to struggle if you got a black mother We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest I'm a artist that'll paint your rigor mortis You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise Fast is smooth and smooth is slow And that's how you get it, 20 years in a row Advance how you get 20 years in a hole Bet 10 that you ass ain't got no soul Grab that cold ass white men steel Cap peels, run like an oil spill Big drills, found him in the landfill You got 30 years but you my man still Fuck them tears, Tony Montana Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta This ain't the banana nigga, this is Alabama Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right
Gangsta Shit!"Only One Me"
That's some gangsta shit Check the original, y'all niggas digital The pyroclastic flow, this insane
Motherfuckers love me Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me Wish I was they Godfather, sell drugs for me But all they can do is tap cause for me Look homie, you can be my crony If you figure how to get a check out of Sony Oh Lord, thought I watch preaching to the choir When I'm in this pool, bet I might catch on fire Ass full of gas, do you got a lighter? Hand full of ass, why should I retire The shit I spit might inspire a messiah To throw these lies in a lake full of fire Ain't nothing flier than my fuckin' rims and my tires And a word to the wise, you better fuckin' recognize That I been on the block since bitches did the wop Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, nigga Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D P.E, DMC, nigga know your history If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a bitch to me Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E West Coast bitch, yeah that's all me With Too Short and the D-R-E We made it too hard, check our family tree See you try to make a snapple out of all them bad apples Nigga enough Leave you baffled then, careful then Running through your house like it's a motherfuckin' raffle I'm a asshole with tabasco, you the last hoe I would ask for If I had to leave your house walked into a ho house The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out It's all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out Picture this in a frame, get tore out When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right
So what you from the gutter We all had to struggle if you got a black mother We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest I'm a artist that'll paint your rigor mortis You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise Fast is smooth and smooth is slow And that's how you get it, 20 years in a row Advance how you get 20 years in a hole Bet 10 that you ass ain't got no soul Grab that cold ass white men steel Cap peels, run like an oil spill Big drills, found him in the landfill You got 30 years but you my man still Fuck them tears, Tony Montana Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta This ain't the banana nigga, this is Alabama Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right
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