Make it lay down Make it go to bed Make it go to sleep Like D-bo Who needs jumpin' cred That's a headlock It's what I said I got The whole game is Like
all my heads at? you slept at the fact that we crept back set the factors straight the only dead rappers are penned at the papers and no cred actors those
, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?ve got is in
, guru Gimme some more music in the headphone Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening Let's do this thing (let's do it right this time) C'mon H, O V A I got my mojo back
Between records and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My
that's funny, I'm in the back of that 'bach And you know I got nobody writin my raps So fall back little kid, you ain't Fresh Azimiz I'm in my bachelor
50 too F*ck a relationship we through No more Source with street cred, them days is dead Dre's got A-Ks to dave mase's head Every issue there's an
love, lake view love me Sunny dale, towerside let's get money Bank, Bank three story Game this movement Street Cred music Son let's do it For those who
'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens My life's prom night and guess who's the Prom
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never forget me My reputation is solid gold And my street cred is all polished y'all Known as th little boss hog in the hood Boy in my hood I'm a superstar
mine is Summer You use credit I rubberband wrap my hundreds We got in common is minumum right next to nothing And I think thats what sumblimaly keeping you coming Back
give in no time {"You got") Crime niggaz who designin my commitments See I honor this my niggaz I committed no crime {"You got") Good credit and plans
Let's work Non stop let's rock let's work Make you feel good too Don't stop I see you let's work It's that dirty money Uh, How fly is he Your baby momma
) It's yo' time I'm a give you the blueprint Ain't nobody harder We got money in the matress, old money I got credit cards, Gucci got cash money [Gucci