Joe Black - Still The Best lyrics

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Listen! Margs, Joe Black

Back to back

Cuz I see the loneliness so much I haven’t see yet

Hustle here for guap so I can guap me a million cent

You lost if you haven’t get a plug for the queens head

The man of our power always fell, that’s a reject

Miss with my brothers in jail, I’m screaming freedom

Can’t wait ‘til that day they get the freedom

Look, this is really a near season

We was on the grave, fresh shit while they were sleeping

We were try to break down, bricks but we was thieving

Try to shake that strips to bring that piece in

We use to try to crap then cribs we use to creepin’

Trust me I note the kids with all this beef in

Winter, spring, summer, all with that season

Grind hard, grind hard, bring piece in

Life is a rest of all cuz we eat it

Me and Black still on the mac we still besting

You still return on the best, you know we in a bit silent

My brother Margs is an high tip

Bitches looking for my hump and can’t find it

All I got is pat for this thugs, I don’t wife ‘em

Don’t get me started, the bitches they excite me

LL decorate gale they should nine me

Obvious the crib, back you want that beast

Ball from shit and it’s splitting, that’s wify

You should be ashamed, I’mma sit and reckless shit

With some grill and heavy ways

Don’t confuse us with this lane

You rock it with the grace in A1EA

It shoulda been on the bate

With the hardest in the game

We the hardest in the game, no competition

Friends on my Austin, wanna throw me in the prison

No foods on the stove, cooking 0’s in the kitchen

Jump off to road to hide and open up the business

Baby if you the business

Lord be my whiteness, said I was gonna do it, I ain’t stop I ‘til I’ll do this

Will you looking for the rose to the riches

That man ain’t even rap, bull one stove from the kitchen

As you I use to roll with a sniffed and I was in my yoga

So a voice low my position

Everything go down and glisten, lil will be and get first

And this always be the cold for my nigga

The rap game make the same no more

No one’s really listen to what he say no more

They change the rules only if he wanna play no more

They say they want the best back but wanna say no more

Tonight we ball like we never left

And shit is about get picked ‘til the Everest

These niggas wanna hold the street I dare to roll the best

And two ex on spot, no treasure dead

Look if there’s a better rapper then me

I ain’t meet him yet

If the rapper chase the police

I ain’t friends with that

This man will pop you right now

We ahead to them

Rappers stay for a cold sign and roll back to his friends

Young hungry nigga to visit her

Most these rappers are shit, I ain’t feelin’ ‘em

Bing your favorite rapper to me

I’ll finish it

This nigga wanna murder me be

Black should killin’ ‘em

You know I get the flag from the east

Every post coat that’s way I turn the smack on the beat

It’s cuz I know roll

I’m so could, nigga think I’m mute to this tape

I remember rapping on the road, don’t just lose on the back

Listen! Back for five snitching, I’m o the mission

Bitch though and bay from my kitchen

I ain’t sleepin’, I don’t really know way they tripping, they ain’t crimp it

These niggas run the State with that boy, I ain’t with it