Aurora Hill is an up-and-coming R'n'B singer/dancer who also happens to be part of a rapper Ja Rule's entourage.
Aurora is sweet and kind but with a wild side to her, you don't want to cross this girl for real, if you know what's good for you that i...
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Everybody's in a rush to try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone I ain't tryin' to use nobody as a steppin' stone But don't compare me, I'm better off just left alone And I ain't even tryin' to go there with record sales I'm just tryin' to keep it humble and respect myself Say, "What up?, Keep steppin', and just rep D12" Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail And livin' reckless, but if you go check my belt You may see something else I use to protect myself A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you And I done seen a lot of people cross the line But this motherfucker Ja must have lost his mind That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX Then he switched to Pac, now he's tryna be him next So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael? Just keep singin' the same song, recycled We'd all much rather get along than fight you Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth Come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you I'll hurt your pride, dawg, and you know I don't like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after Syllable I just slap you, killin' you faster Than you poppin' pill after little pill of them tabs Of that shit you on, but if you want it, you got it You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta (Green Lantern!) We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to (yeah) So what's the deal, where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, "Ja, what up, dawg?" How come you didn't say you had a problem then? When you was standin' there with all your men, we coulda solved this then I'm a grown man, dawg, come holla All you did was slap hands, smile, and swallow Another one of them little X pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be Come on!
The words of the song spilling out of my mouth easily even if my head still pounded like a motherfucker.
Might've partied too hard last night.
Just before finishing recording a new diss track about that asshole Ja Rule at the studio, then catching a ride towards that rotten award show.
I ain't even wanna be there, to be honest. Way too tired for all that, my thoughts all jumbled in my head.
And Aurora is lucky as fuck yo, that I ain't mention her dumb slutty ass on that diss neither, cause God knows, I've had both the opportunity AND the material for that. Especially after the way she gave it up to me a week ago, then I ghosted her.
After I had fucked that chick, I ghosted her.
Simply cause my pride couldn't take it, yo.
Everything I had done to her, she still wouldn't just admit that she liked me, even if we both know damn well that she do. Still, something about the fact that she won't just say it, it did something to me, man. Made me feel humiliated.
