it iz what it iz
a few thangs i need to make clear, my names that top dolla that brang heat, ghetto slangin, brang the crowd to dey feet, touchin civilization brang it night or day aint dat da troof know what im sayin. money makin, booty shakin, burning bitches naked, take it as it iz, wakin up in the population, new faces, basically a few thangs i need to make clear, shoe laces, stepping out my house, then im off to a few places, i choose to roll dolo. listen to what im sangin, so cold, headphones bangin, keys to the crib janglingin, rap fame everybody the top dolla brang it straight up homeboy leave ya stankin what da word on the street ghetto slangin, dangerous, animals locked in cages, the cities mine, im claiming it, hot food, good news, credit card swipes, another day in the life of a hustla, sexy motherfucka, my games tight, lebron james type, mj with the fadeaway like swish, my games butter, i dont ever change, still the same playa from back in them days, quit wastin mah time, leader of the pack, ahead of da pride, got plenty shine, on my grind, and you? dont make me laff homie i been rappin whats happenin since da beginnin of time, what was you thankin? a person like me has stacks of ghetto rhymes i wrote, the betta i got, the wetter i spoke, each and every note, dats what im brangin, a bunch of words arranged in different forms, makin me hard ta ignore, publish songs from imagination, it iz what it iz verse after verse killin beats hip hop neva died let me see, watch out now! im feelin like slangin languages breaking the alphabetical structure inta words that make ya wonder how does he do it, the answer, i was born a numba, civilization, education, dont act stupid, i was raised a light skinned brotha, should i explain myself is what i wonda. one love, word to motha, yo did i stutter. hell naw. the top dolla bustin heads busters fled, you suckas lucky i got nothing left ta say except let me make one thang clear. picture me face ta face with the man in the mirror, its been a pleasha, shiftin new gears, im gettin money dummys coming fah more because i be getting hungry, dirty laundry, no worrys, those stories ya tell bore me, and accordingly im forced to be walking outta here victoriously.
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a few thangs i need to make clear, my names that top dolla that brang heat, ghetto slangin, brang the crowd to dey feet, touchin civilization brang it night or day aint dat da troof know what im sayin. money makin, booty shakin, burning bitches naked, take it as it iz, wakin up in the population, new faces, basically a few thangs i need to make clear, shoe laces, stepping out my house, then im off to a few places, i choose to roll dolo. listen to what im sangin, so cold, headphones bangin, keys to the crib janglingin, rap fame everybody the top dolla brang it straight up homeboy leave ya stankin what da word on the street ghetto slangin, dangerous, animals locked in cages, the cities mine, im claiming it, hot food, good news, credit card swipes, another day in the life of a hustla, sexy motherfucka, my games tight, lebron james type, mj with the fadeaway like swish, my games butter, i dont ever change, still the same playa from back in them days, quit wastin mah time, leader of the pack, ahead of da pride, got plenty shine, on my grind, and you? dont make me laff homie i been rappin whats happenin since da beginnin of time, what was you thankin? a person like me has stacks of ghetto rhymes i wrote, the betta i got, the wetter i spoke, each and every note, dats what im brangin, a bunch of words arranged in different forms, makin me hard ta ignore, publish songs from imagination, it iz what it iz verse after verse killin beats hip hop neva died let me see, watch out now! im feelin like slangin languages breaking the alphabetical structure inta words that make ya wonder how does he do it, the answer, i was born a numba, civilization, education, dont act stupid, i was raised a light skinned brotha, should i explain myself is what i wonda. one love, word to motha, yo did i stutter. hell naw. the top dolla bustin heads busters fled, you suckas lucky i got nothing left ta say except let me make one thang clear. picture me face ta face with the man in the mirror, its been a pleasha, shiftin new gears, im gettin money dummys coming fah more because i be getting hungry, dirty laundry, no worrys, those stories ya tell bore me, and accordingly im forced to be walking outta here victoriously.
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