Rome Streetz, Jay NiCE, Left Lane Didon - Earl Simmons lyrics

Jay NiCE the young Sean Price, uncut
Soon as you try debate it imma
Tell you "Shut the fuck up!" gunshot

Ayo what the fuck going on, huh?
This that new Immobiliare shit
What, y'all niggas forgot what
It was or something, nigga?
We came to blow this motherfuckin'
Town down like Pompeii
This that real raw shit
New Jay NiCE, Farmabeats
And this is DJ-I don't-give-a-fuck
Back in the mix dump Life, nigga

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10 hoes knocking at my window
I'm like DMX, what these bitches want?
I'm ain't fucking with no funds
I'm only rocking with my kinfolk
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10 hoes knocking at my window
Young Earl Simmons, what these bitches want?

Haha, it's FLAiR Jordan
Jay NiCE the young Sean Price, uncut
Soon as you try debate it imma
Tell you "Shut the fuck up!"
A new God emcee that P would be proud of
From Cali to New York to ovеrseas
They show me wild lovе
I'm strutting in the club strapped
Fuck a pat down
And any nigga hating inside's
Getting dragged out
For sure I'm a cash cow
My aura get the bag now
I heard these niggas still telling
I hit em with the rat rounds
In HD, this is Dumpervision
Adjust your lenses
And see the world for the first time
It's just beginning
I'm fuckin different, Jay the shit bro
My wave legit fLAiR shoot the J and swish
I don't play the mix form skrrty
On my third tour, I'm war worthy
In black hoodies for the bread
Like the boar early
I'm talking 4: 30, thumbing through amounts
But this much just keep coming unannounced
You bitches fucking up my count

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10 hoes knocking at my window
I'm like DMX, what these bitches want?
I'm ain't fucking with no funds
I'm only rocking with my kinfolk
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
10 hoes knocking at my window
Young Earl Simmons, what these bitches want?

Yo immobiliare
Peep
Over pride lead fly, dawg I'm dead inside
Extra live, I measure the line to sever ties
Cut the rope, settle scores with a burnt sket
Learn Left
You mentioning war? I take the first step
Knock on death's door
Aiming through the devil - slow dance
Let's make the papers
Nigga I can make you famous
Play your business like the hummingbird
Spray the fooly, push your
Face in your hoodie, my bully undeterred
Miss the shotty, go Harden with the half pump
Last truck caused flash flood and
Then the cash lump
You more Greyhound, I'm tryna bust
Grimey as fuck this the game
You niggas tryna be refined for what?
We ride in front
We don't sit in the same car
My best friends live in the graveyard
I'm through
I'm cold, I throw a mound on the plate
Straight flake, I'm 2008 it's big Lane

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10 hoes knocking at my window
I'm like DMX, what these bitches want?
I'm ain't fucking with no funds
I'm only rocking with my kinfolk
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
10 hoes knocking at my window
Young Earl Simmons, what these bitches want?

Brrt brrt uh huh
Gazelle frame, champagne, a slow reign
Dope for most of cocaine
Got rings and gold chains
You know the steez is Jesus
Rap along the robberies
Spitting razor sharp God degree that
Slice across your artery
More to know, it's arson in my artistry
Awesome when I throw darts
God even Tony Starks'd honour me
Have your wizz on your knees swallowing jit's
Born the lead, I ain't following shit
Got it out the motherfuckin mud
On some archaeology shit
Knew I'd be popping, the prophecy lit
Pop your head like prop
Dough over the dollars we get
Do the knowledge, bitch I'm logically sick
Won't stop till we rich and got
Property and islands n shit
Everything you drop wack
That's why you not in the mix
Sold to me for 35 but I got it for 6
Only topic is the profit
I pop it off with a flip since a teenager
Saw CREAM on deviant behaviour
Going hand to hand with weed
Since the two way pager motherfucka