Lyrics:
of pocket dude
And I don't give a fuck if you're sick as fuck
If you spit at us, I'll clip your nuts
If your upper lip so much as ripple up
If you're soft I
that good cookie, I fiend for her cream
Black coffee ain't the reason why I'm wide awake
No daydreams, they wet dreams
After that, then we go to sleep
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
worse
Some cats that don't rap in fact they mad thirst
Black Ceasar Representing for all you Don Divas
Opening Tip-Off the game is on
Black Ceasar
In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give the beggar chance at hand
His life is on his lip
Three score a thousand times
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine
But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several
kid Drag strike a light
Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire
'Cause we the niggas that plug
Wrap 'em in the rug
Flames mini blowing on my hands
it, that's it
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they
it, that's it
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
I'm fluent in p***y, I speak it
Feel like Mr. Clean, the way I clean it I control, alt and delete it
I do her dirty, dirty Somebody pass me and perky
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
a dentist (Yuh)
The type to beat you while you
Down and make you look pathetic (Yuh)
The type to get his hands
Dirty as I'm cleanin' messes (Yeah)
when you misbehave
Pray
Praying I'll come back for you
Preying slow
I'll turn you black and blue
Come to hold my hand
Come to get the fever
Come
the Benzy
I can feel a breeze through the
Leaves when D's passin' me by
You can breathe you can bleed but please
Wrap me a nine on Black Christmas
I need
on
These Niggas know im still the same
By the sound of the tone
Thèse dirty bitches thing i made it with a couple of stones
Killing niggas Nevers got em
wanna murder me
But can't even analyze G, The Mahdi
Flow so precise, thug paradise, five karot ice
Black Christ living the life
Niggas see the light when
gang-bang
Hard livin' motherfucker represent your turf, your side of town,
You know that's where the fuck I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin'
the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggas don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star
the wound the black blood swept
Across the air Shefali's lips
The infection sets as the blood dripped in
And their eyes become locked in a horrified gaze
Now
Say my name enough and any nigga testify
Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time
All by myself, I created black on black crime
I'm
gristle,
Hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
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