That was the warm (that was the warm up baby) Aiight, Elite for real. One tape and I'm up out of here One, yup, yea Lord please forgive me for my sinning, I ain't saying that I'm finished but I'm praying in advance Cause they way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants Yea ball game-I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only fucking thing I had with me Like, bobby had Whitney we were cooking up crack! But them 15 credits had a nigga off track Picture that! -The best rapper since lil Wayne in classes The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his Bachelors Remasterd this rap shit you hear the words coming from my lips, bastards I never crack, I got that chapstick I practiced til that shit made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter Now wheres the ladder? Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Cause either you gonna whine or climb, I choosed the ladder Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though Before you get tossed like a forward lateral We never tattle, let God handle that Or let the mob handle that, No soprano Half Black, half white I'm a piano I'm an animal my video on discovery channel I'm a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas seize to exist Like a beach in a tsunami you'll find me in The Ville in the state of NC Bitch if I ain't back home I'm up in N-Y-C bout that money probably Like a fucking robbery but I ain't Jacking I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans Boy I ain't slacking, I'm chasing dreams sort of like Jeans boy I ain't slacking Ay take a hard look at my drive nigga no hacking on my shit I'm strait smacking niggas strait tagging niggas Yo I'm freestylin fuck ya'll niggas ya'll be wilding and I'm OUT!
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