Lyrics:
rap while you rap bitches suck
I get fucked while I rap but you can’t rap worth a fuck
Rather hear a wet willy than you rap on a beat
Ass too big to be
But the rap game to me seems shady
All them dis records will probably drive me crazy
All the ladies give me love when I go to club
I don't wanna have
"The Fight Club" scratched
I paint pictures with my scriptures
it grabs ya and it grips ya
and takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can't
even
Tell me why you won't reason with me?
Fuck it nigga. Nigga turn up!
[Chorus: D.C.]
Nigga you don't know me(na)
You can't control me(na)
I be by my
potholes, clap bitch your ass with no bravo
First I get some money, then I pop a tag
First I get some money, then I pop them tags
If I can't sleep, Imma pop
You already know Case Carter for real
If you rich with heart, then stand by it Loyalty, respect, and love, you can't buy it
Gotta earn it, bridge
and kisses, E-40 can't be on any more
Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste
Kickin' em' back while they take the place
Order me a shot
to OJ simpson
Man, you can't battle with me
If you got thin skin
Bars been hard, no Viagra or ginseng
When I first signed
They knew that I had a pen then
no money, what you hitting me for?
I can't give the bitch no time, I just hit it and go
Playing games with my mind like a riddling show
I'm getting
afraid of me
I can remember when Dracula was training me
He told me suck the blood of my enemies
That’s why I take your DNA and mix it with Hennessy
That
can’t stand him
Please examine this rap game 'cause I
Just fucked raw, big dick, no magnum
Don’t play wit me rapping is what I do
You can try to separate
follow no man
N**** got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
Hold it down
Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo
follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
Hold it down
Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo
you tryna call my phone, then it's a dial tone
Really ain't got the time for you
Stop tryna hit me via phone
Really thought that I vibe with you
I just
its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from
the court and show â??em no remorse.
Hit 'em up with the C4, backdoor
Nigga, let Stack go
I'ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love
There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!)
I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by
The size is more greater, and equator more
and sippin'
On whiskey! Ayy baby, you with me?
(Where am I? What is this?
What are these- What are
These cats doing?! What are
They doing?! Stop, please, no
on a daily
Thick wood like a lumberjack
I fuck her till she praise me
Counter attack like a wingback
You can't stop the wave we crazy
Geeking like flapjack
the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna be there
Man get girls with the gang
Man eat food with the gang
Man talk slang so the feds can't work out what
I just said to a man
Told me you was a big fan
But
the middle, no coast
Lyrics boastin' with flava (what up Mo?)
I'm just your neighbor, one of
St. Louis' finest, just keep a cover like Linus
Stop your ass
killed
Bang at a nigga that won't bleed
I don't do the club 'less the pole with me
Graveyard shit, got coke or weed
I know you suck dick, can't smoke
thermals they couldnt fit i that
If you a rat you couldnt stand by me, just to get inside the club i use my mans ID
I was a young nigga, all the thug niggas
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