Lyrics:
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
skrt a wraith
Or give your chick a taste
Car racing to fast
No I never come in last
Get out or get passed
White boys they bash
Your chick I might crash
nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution
Now, we get the cash the stash and bash
Your brains all over
great I don't wanna play crash bash, that's whack
I just wanna make fat stacks, that's facts Before I used to wear all colourful clothes
And I got heart
hard to believe.
But that's how it goes.
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style.
Baby don't stop.
If you can't call me
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
fine
I know that baby
Ain't mine
I still see you
All the time
Paying you when I pass by
Looked me up
In my eyes
You cheated on me
And lied
Told me
like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
a hit somebody baby mama from behind
She get it free, she don't need no I.D. she V.I.P.
Join the booty contest, and walk away with a G
Oh MI-oh-ma,
nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution
Now, we get the cash the stash and bash
Your brains all over
I'm alive yeah, yeah
Baby all these drugs, I been trippin all night
More codeine in the double cup, she don't want to die
Real scars, I was made for
NEVER
Stick to the code FEDERAL
When you see me win you get mad nigga don't cha
When you see me win you get mad nigga don't cha
When you see me win you
What's your sign
Baby, you can tell me. I won't judge you
I'm gonna be here for you
Don't worry about what the motherfuckers say at school
Because
his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
If you stay ready, you ain't got to get ready
Blast like confetti, nigga, cut like a machete
You just spent
baby mhm
Lucky am not mad at you baby mhm
Cause it take time to be mad
And that's just time I don't have
I think I'm fine in my bag
Mhm
Lemme get you
Matter of fact, go get 'em, you'll just be layin' on the floor wit' 'em
Lookin' up at me talkin' 'bout: "Why you let the fo-fo hit 'em?
I really don't
talking shopping but come on obviously
I don't get no sleep
Ain't an opp that I know that slid by me
I'm the type that you know is too slimey
You the type
Yeah
We back baby
It's Machete Malone
EarResponsible
You already know
You already know
You already know
You already know
This is the Machete show
I'm
the rat I'm killing the snitches
These niggas they mad cause I really bash on they little bitches
But shorty you bad you gotta get back I don't want no
like it's something cause
How you get hurt by someone who got The Last PlayBoy in his bio
Whew child
I know you listening like damn he right
I ain't mean
50 don't care to hear my last two cents (you get that?)
It's alright though atleast the man upstairs knows that I repent (kinda)
Karmas got her way
you
Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they don't stop
I'm lookin' at an empty page about to fill it up
I
real shit, that's why these haters becoming like flies
Get it, don't let these lines go over your mind
But I'mma keep shitting, on 'em I hope you don't
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