Lyrics:
So baby why are we at war?
They get away with murder
You never see one of them lift anything over 3 pounds
They do whatever they want, whenever
What the fuck is this shit?
Baby, you see this shit?
It's like some, it's like some walkin' dead mother fuckers
(You will not replace us)
(You
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
couldn't be better than this
Nevermind that
I'll tell you what the day'll bring
First a shindig, then a bash
Then more partying
Top it all with a rave, then
mob for life
The Cartel's gonna roll the dice
One time for the mind of the niggas strollin' deep
Watch your back, I'm about to creep
It's not
the funk and it's homicide
Suckers collide with my drum and get hung
Gaffle, swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death
Eat your brain and watch your ass melt
seriously and baby, I am
You're a fine piece of real estate, and I'm gonna get me some land
Oh, yeah
So, don't try to run, honey, love can be fun
this thug shit, cause it's the life that I live
You a baby, get your bottle, bitch, I hit that fuckin' throttle
I run this shit, one, two, three, I dodge
spit bars like a star
No foreign car, right now I've got a mopar
V6 no more it's kind of subpar
Whip that bitch till the wheels fall off
Muck baby, so
dare stare, you better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price
I'm gonna knock you out
Baby I'm a G, but I won't buy you Chanel
The shit ain't in my range but check the price, it's a scale
I'm focused on a bag and wanna couple them bells
Hey baby
Let's get the headboards banging
Box springs squeaking
Damn a bunch of speaking
Common let's get to freaking
The next night
Next show next city
and get bombed
I’m gonna hiss at you for it, I’m gonna diss you for it
I’m gonna piss you off with this song
You’s in doubt, loudmouth, now
(Choosin’
get it, never gonna get it
Uhh, I'm what you call a rap legend
And definitely the last MC to be present
Don't even try to take mines
You fuckin
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
If you ain't talking money, I don't wanna talk (I'll call you back)
You can tell I get this sack just by the way I walk
I'm the shit, face it, you
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
I'm living on Skittles and cheap whiskey,
I'm running three red lights for Jesus,
All to get drunk in a cheap motel,
With my Mexican gal down in San
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
crazy
(One million flame emojis)
Sheesh, baby, can I get a rest in peace?
Maybe someone should call the police, 'cause geez
Like we gonna cook up all
fail me)
I won't let (I won't let) my spirit go
Until I get to my destination
Ooh, I'm gonna take it slow
'Cause I'm making it mine
Step by step
her face in it 'cause I’ll never trust a hoe
Take this towel
Bitch and get the fuck out the door
What I gotta do to get up under your skin
Dig up Eric
harder
Work stronger
That's what's gonna get me farther
But this songs so fucking dope
You can't forget my slaughter
Everyday a living hell
It's like I'm
the facts that need to be said
These are my opinions
I say things most of y'all are scared to say, I just put it on a song
These are my opinions
Don't bash
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