Famous Aimers

Lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah Just puff something man Get my mind right From all of these crazy hood dreams Yo eh yo now come on [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Master of Ceremony I hate being around fake niggas That's mad phoney Chicks ride the pony Me and Amar eat veggies Its still boney Most of the times I step in the spot And niggas know me I roll blunts And I be smoking just like a roly poly Alakazam, sham taught me not to eat ham Bam bam up in the hood nobody eats spam A lot of dimes and money Fast as I can Tax invasion tryna stop me from cashing in We superstars in the game Dangerous men Whores don't really like me But they fuck me again Money chaser Hope my lawyer beat the fucking case up Pop off Blast at everything until we make up In the back of the car On the dark route Two Indian chicks that like dark cock I keep a [?] on my jock Just like my name [?] [Verse 2: Amar Divine] I play the game by the old school rules You can rap the microphone if you don't pay no dues And the rhymes so simple but you so confused Got nothing going for you but your lyrics is hook Yo, stay garbage, no pay homage Hip hop wasn't designed for that nonsense We here to regulate Come out of conflicts Told ya'll realness so get ya'll the knowledge (c'mon) Make you rap better Elevate the [?] level Compete the guards and things Throw some patron [?] Form shit outta nothin' I'm saying get cheddar Home of 400 or more But ya'll don't know better It's a science to the study, to the t Success is nothing but the generation they achieve So I'm weaving like the Shaolin monk From woo jing [?] Of any other mc [Verse 3: Don Shae] I can turn a hard block into a soft one Internet can turn a hard rock into a broadband [?] turn a hard rock into live round Enemies, birds, hard shots that flaw ya Hennessy and herb, hard shots and [?] White Bentley azure Hard top like a milestone I'm a monster like Kanye and Nicki Shit get like concreate when Don Shae hit the city Cause I'm an older dude I'm old school I can show proof To my young boys How to blow through moves Man I learned a lot Never burned a rock Selling night Burn the block But never burned the pot Burning spot 12 12s How you burn the spot Murder plots 12 shells at the murder spot I never heard of op He never earned a spot Turn this top convertible drop When I [?] [Verse 4: PMD] My flow is so cold like Chicago I know it all slow But p's never off Always on soul Pay attention when I check back in Snapping neck again Business never personal From long island to Shoalin Bring it back to the fish in the hat And banging tracks When it come to globetrotting Been there, done that Raising the Cheech and Chong Doing a 100 meters on the autobond Once again its on Its the hip hop overlord Overseeing the source Birth the hip-hop act From the land of the lost Screaming boss PMD still come with the force Transmitting through satellites How I stay on course