Lyrics:
iller than me (no one)
No one is iller than me (no one)
It's Mr. Swifty from the 313
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
will tell it
I give Johnson the magic
Please don't call me an addict
If you doing this for fame I understand your use of adlibs
It's the rap game yo give
My dog told me it was rough
Shorty knew what I was up to bluff
Can't lock me down
Or hold me in a cuff
Even though I have it all I swear it's never
pens and sytems, as i change the game............
oouh i , oooh i....... keep it funky, mothafucka reel to reel
just sock it to me or dip
i got
either way and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock 'cause it's, better to give
Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
either way and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock 'cause it's, better to give
Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
U don't wanna come across us
She wanna get down
Best be some boss shit
Plus top 4 the johnson
Explosion, abortion
Landed on the whore face
Wrap it
the fireplace
I’ll meet you at the fiery lake
Come and celebrate Christmas in
The ninth circle of Hell with me
Well, it’s Christmastime in Hell
I want to get off
Woah, Jocko, don't expect me
To come out drinking, messing around.
Spending my time with a bunch of crazy people.
Yes, I been there before,
I
I still can't find
Tell me what you wanna see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now
Do you wanna come with
D-town flavours
Rex and Swift got got, they were fighting for their life on the floor like
Please come save us
But their boys took off it's outrageous
It's the crooked side of life but you get used to it
I'm crooked when it comes to cash making money burning gas
This town and that but never touching
Let me get back to it
Better stand back, okay
Said I'm rich already, but
I don't pay tax, okay
I don't fear nobody
We on max, okay
I don't fade away
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
humpin'
Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing
So my experiences taught me how to come up with a plan to make
the spirit of Biggie in my pen
Funk Doc said it's time to go, Gilla begins
Icadon, you probably saw me leanin' in the be-M'er
Fly nigga, baby my socks be up in
what's in your sock because it's better to give
Than receive believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere were nobody can smell
I'm cancelled by the same exact
People that taught me that being
Punk is saying stuff that's
Real edgy and ugly but nowadays it turns out
Being punk is
the Midas touch
Got gold diggers looking at my fine wrist watch
Even got the restaurant to fine dine this fox
Better call me by my name that's right it's
first one
You just can't catch up to me
Don't matter where I come from
You just mad I got skills
Like lyrically
The dolla bill it's all evil
The root
that high-tide
Its my life
I decide
Create MY own laws to abide by
I am what i need i provide
Conformity goodbye
You all bleed
Like me
The spite caused
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