Lyrics:
fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch
man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
Look, I got a big amount
I think I'm the biggest out
I just touched down at the BNA
Back in the city so look alive
Nashville in my DNA
Fans sayin' its about time
Everybody tryna hit my line
No time for
you don't got the answer
After we fuck she skipping and prancing please go back where you mans at
She went to the kitchen and made me a sandwich she
Oh man oh man
A masterpiece is in hand
Ain't got a chill there's no chance
Oh dang oh damn
Oh damn oh damn
The way I fly I don't land
They they
(Yeah)
Sorry, Ms. Jackson (I'm sorry)
Nah, I ain't sorry, I'll scam your ass again
I'm just rappin' while I'm thinking, I don't even have a pen
Made
(Now)
G-Unit nigga's is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin where you from-Sit Down!
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
I don't think that you can umout shine me man
You need to um stand behind me man
Come through this bitch lit up like December
Givin all these pretty
stacks
Hands down, yeah, the big dawg comin' back
Think you good? Nigga, pants down, you smokin' crack
Michael Kors robe, mm-mm, nah, Michael Jackson
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
through these niggas like run ways
Running laps around these niggas
I don't need a break
I got cheese to chase
He never seen nothing by the look on his face
to coast
Cause I'm the dread not the baldhead
With the ill vertical, like my man Spud Webb
(uh hahaha) don't push your luck I won't
Spear chuck a 20-footer
piercing through yo car door
Run with that sack like number thirty four
Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo
Aye turn the lights off we don't need em
I got
his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, i'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
I'm the eighth wonder of the world, like Lamar Jackson
Broke the P down and turned it right into a fraction
If she hold the pounds for me, I'll pay
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Hey B Im feeling
This beat man
Hop up in the slab
I’ma hold it down
Never holding back
Girl let’s go another round
See I been living
bring it to your doormat
I don’t think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king, uh-uh, no man
I’m the leader now just get behind me
You know you like
In the middle of the road
On the side of the band
And im badder than Jackson
I dont care about your man
In the middle of the road
And I dont give
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
Down and down this rabbit hole a will I ever hit a woah
Floor up to the ceiling bro this mansions filled with gold
Man I'm tryna pack my pockets in
and blow weed hangin' with the warden
How many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck
Survivin' struggls hiting licks out the hippie club
I'm just
'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish
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