A,r - Foundation
[Intro: Sharecka]
Hoodtrepeneurs, Cyborn Nation, yup
A&R, yeah, once again, yup, back to the B.I.
Youknowhatimsaying, tell 'em
[Sharecka]
I'm from a borough called Brook where the crooks don't stop
Fiends with CREAM, everybody love Big Pop
Bet you 85 percent of BK like hip hop
Keep it thorough here, we don't care about no cops
Daytime, blue and yellow tops, you can cop
At nightfall, the red, and the green, and the blackest weed
Forty fives in between, t-shirts and jeans
Shorties looking 22, but only 17
She likes the thug type, cuz this is what she sees
Tattoo, motor bikes, and he's self employed
He in the land of the unemployed, welfare, numberspots and scams
Who's team rank the hottest jam?
Who travel the most, who face most on the camera
Who's got the hottest whips? I'm bout to dead 22's with
26, when you see me, gon' be like that nigga right there on some money shit
Flows daily, ties with the government
A lot of haters in the game, I'm still loving it
The streets, the change, coke can barely bubble it
Show them the re-up, and money barely doubled it
If my workers got a problem, I'm right there like a delegate
Hustle type brother, I would just go through a felon
If one thing I miss, I miss Miss Shirley fish
I miss Aunt Jat and chocolate, no diggy, bang on, yeah
[Armel]
A&R, Armel, yo, I feed my brothers, before deceiving my brothers
He ain't leave my brothers? Nah, take 'em with me
Break 'em off, fifty/fifty, no less than sixty/forty
In the she biz, other than the wiz, all his
Say I told them kids, burn no bridges, to make you big
All the others did, left they group to regroup
Plus some other shit, album flop, and who got dropped
Plus the grimiest, messed up a bridge, over a trick, muthafucka
[Link VI]
Forty-four eleven, Colgate, staircase
Was the first time I blew a tree to the face
Ten niggas spitting the rhymes and rolling dimes
My hands beating them drumlines on walls and doors
Two niggas getting to chores, we local whores
I'm talking when Newports cost 2.50
A young Linky nigga trying to feel up on some titties
Stick my dick up in some pussy, on the reg, I play hookie
King's Plaze, bag a cookie, apartment 4C
Is where you find me, door 4M, is where I'm pulling them
Faye in the window, blowing out the indo'
Leaking out the info, while her daughter is a nympho
[Outro: Armel]
Yo, it is what it is, boy, A&R is the group
Yeah, peace
Hoodtrepeneurs, Cyborn Nation, yup
A&R, yeah, once again, yup, back to the B.I.
Youknowhatimsaying, tell 'em
[Sharecka]
I'm from a borough called Brook where the crooks don't stop
Fiends with CREAM, everybody love Big Pop
Bet you 85 percent of BK like hip hop
Keep it thorough here, we don't care about no cops
Daytime, blue and yellow tops, you can cop
At nightfall, the red, and the green, and the blackest weed
Forty fives in between, t-shirts and jeans
Shorties looking 22, but only 17
She likes the thug type, cuz this is what she sees
Tattoo, motor bikes, and he's self employed
He in the land of the unemployed, welfare, numberspots and scams
Who's team rank the hottest jam?
Who travel the most, who face most on the camera
Who's got the hottest whips? I'm bout to dead 22's with
26, when you see me, gon' be like that nigga right there on some money shit
Flows daily, ties with the government
A lot of haters in the game, I'm still loving it
The streets, the change, coke can barely bubble it
Show them the re-up, and money barely doubled it
If my workers got a problem, I'm right there like a delegate
Hustle type brother, I would just go through a felon
If one thing I miss, I miss Miss Shirley fish
I miss Aunt Jat and chocolate, no diggy, bang on, yeah
[Armel]
A&R, Armel, yo, I feed my brothers, before deceiving my brothers
He ain't leave my brothers? Nah, take 'em with me
Break 'em off, fifty/fifty, no less than sixty/forty
In the she biz, other than the wiz, all his
Say I told them kids, burn no bridges, to make you big
All the others did, left they group to regroup
Plus some other shit, album flop, and who got dropped
Plus the grimiest, messed up a bridge, over a trick, muthafucka
[Link VI]
Forty-four eleven, Colgate, staircase
Was the first time I blew a tree to the face
Ten niggas spitting the rhymes and rolling dimes
My hands beating them drumlines on walls and doors
Two niggas getting to chores, we local whores
I'm talking when Newports cost 2.50
A young Linky nigga trying to feel up on some titties
Stick my dick up in some pussy, on the reg, I play hookie
King's Plaze, bag a cookie, apartment 4C
Is where you find me, door 4M, is where I'm pulling them
Faye in the window, blowing out the indo'
Leaking out the info, while her daughter is a nympho
[Outro: Armel]
Yo, it is what it is, boy, A&R is the group
Yeah, peace
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