DJ Class:. Its the remix. Im the shit. Im fresh up in this bitch. . Kanye West:. DJ Class in this bitch. Mr. West in this bitch. We done told you mothafuckas.
Yeah Baltimore Club Music. Yeah I'm the ish. I got these diamonds on my neck. Got patron in my cup. If you want it come and get it. Shawty I don't give a f***.
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought. My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?. Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya?.
I'm Looking for a miracle. I expect the impossible. I feel the intangible &. I see the invisible (2x). . Bridge:. The Sky is the limit. To what I can have.
A little interval. To remind you people. I still do what I do. (laughs). Holla at me M. Let me go. . You talk money I overstand ya. Money is the motive everyday I want my grands up.
Ooh ooh, ooh. I'm O-kay. (x4). . Wassup. Wassup. What up. Sista. Brotha. . Here's my. Story. What i. Soon dis-. Covered. . (verse to be submitted later).
your hair was pedicured. your nails were thick. your hair was done. . we recognized eachother slick. you realized my name real quick. and then i wrote your name down on a slick paper.
I'll Kiillll you. Ayo If you ever play me. Ask around my borough they gon tell you that I'm crazy!. I'll Kiillll you. Son if you ever play me. I got a tech 9 a sawwed off and a 380!.
Here lizard-lizard-lizard, uh. It's the almighty king koopa, chamillionaire. The color changing lizard, the mixtape messiah. Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go.
[Intro - Three 6 Mafia - talking]. Yes sir (yes sir). Chamillionaire (Chamillitary mayne). Bun B (Bun B). It's goin down (it's goin down, I know ya mad).
Ice on my neck and wrist. I-Ice on my neck and wrist. I-Ice on my. Ice on my. Ice on my neck and wrist. . [Chorus x2]. Ice on my neck and wrist. I-Ice on my neck and wrist.
im not addicted to drugs. im addicted to being hurt. it may seem berserk. but none of these stress relievers work. . poppin' pill after pill. trying to get my head straight.
Ya know who it is. It's us bitches. Black Buddafly. Swizz Beats. We gon' switch it up a lil' bit. . You're like chilling in your beamer listening to me.
You're my baby, yes my baby, treat a lady like she wants you to. And let your lady treat my baby, like my baby, like she know I got love for you. You're my baby, yes my baby, treat a lady like she wants you to.
What should I do, what should I say. How will this feeling go away. How can I hide whats in my mind. And why does it matter anyway. He let me go and Im alone.
[Verse 1: Jazz]. Free as the wind. I wanna be free like an angel. I was so lost within. Couldn't be myself. And that caused failure. Something inside.
Feels like I've been falling into the shadows of myself. But I'm stepping out you can love me or hate me now. Seems like I get caught up in the hype every now and then.
Baby, I can't figure it out. Your kisses taste like honey. Sweet lies don't gimme no rise. Oh, oh what you're trying to do?. . Livin' on your cheatin'.
All this time I spend just writing down. These thoughts that build in my head. I try to get away but they keep chasing me down. They tell me set them free.
Ive got to get it together. I know we can weather. The rain the storm go through whatever. But lately things could be better. Im feeling the pressure.