Gran hustler Look girl you sexy as you wanna be but you just a wanna be I can't help ya I don't love ya, I just met ya I might shove ya Will I plug you
I tried But shit ain't been the same since B.I. died I pray for love, I pray for love I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness I pray for love, I pray
:] I got some dough on the block, got some dough getting wrists I got a villa in Tahiti and I don't owe no rent I got that paper for real-a, and these
game'll have you amazed In the ill days, yo I drink Lectaid, Jose is sayin chulo, like Menegay South side lost royal and royal, grand royale in Ohio,
, gettin ready to boil (rick the ruler!) me, the mc grand royal Chorus: [erick sermon] We are, ravishing I, impress C, courageous or careless K, for the kani's that I got That I
Milking your moustache? Or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies
violence. Why don't they keep their arseholes shut? And keep in silent. Another black person has died, that is true But are you surprised? I ain't, because I
don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around with me No more .I'll kill you You don't wanna play around You don't
on Thanksgiving Or like Robin Gibbons? Not to offend I just want you to comprehend every message I send (Tell 'em) 'Cause I don't understand, I have
I'm the Grand Royal MC, I'm no joke I hit like a Phillie Blunt when it's toked I smoke, an MC well done, he gets done I'm knockin' out wack MC's like
Sam But I prefer a grand royal for TheJam I'm putting heads out, the guns I use to pump lead out Hey son, I suggest that you head out I total, cremate
This worldwide message I release while I'm sendin' Can't help it, if I wanted to Gotta hustle, just to make it through Can't help it, if I wanted to
inside the program How much could I stand, two shots to third grand Ultimate crime plans, this fam blocks for grands I'm tryin to make a mill, for real
mayn And I mean that there, and I mean that there And I mean that there, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I mean that there And I mean that there, and I
off the trap We put those Beez all on your map I shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York City Or any city or place, my face, royal taste
Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a dream and I ain't playing But I'm Saint Vicious and Daddy X is paying Life ain't what it seems It ain't no fucking
like that sometimes 'Cause I can't control the rhyme I said it beez like that sometimes 'Cause I can't control the rhyme I keep it jiggy, jiggy, jiggy
block I go an' drop seeds, nigga I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein' low key That hustler from A.C. I'm steady shittin' on hoes Grand Royal like