Lyrics:
the market
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores (right)
Life is boring, so project theirs onto yours (right)
Hear
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
have a home
Their dad was a dead beat that
Spent the money on designer clothes
His favorite was the purple jacket
Cause the buttons were chrome
His
from the projects, now I'm by the lake
I beat the case, and they got it on tape
She let me fuck, we ain't go on no date
Feds on my ass, I can't make
out this nigga shack
Making sure that shit is fat
Then I hit Lil Scan and Pat
Told em that that shit was fat
Then my nigga Project said:
"When we go get
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
Gladiator, blast a hater, put em in a coffin
For coughin', that thera-flu won't do
Gonna need more if you don't
Wanna see the lord
Tell me what ya livin' for
straight bullets Pat Mahomes
But If he try to run, hit him from far like a 4th and long
Told that bitch I'm young and turnt, I get paid to rap on beats
For the paper rocking beats and cut the hate out with the scissors
And im in it for the long ride, keep my bros along side
I was down but i recovered
fuckin cent that you could buy at the mall
I'm a long distance super-power, pussy-magnet
I was born in the ghetto, made by the ghetto
so fabulous!
Aye
Bitch I'm off this
Bitch I'm off this
(PCG in this motherfucka man)
Bitch I'm off this henny and that pat-ron that's my
Combo
I just copped sum
Even worst when I be in the mood
I'm always fucking
Like I got something to prove
I'll beat that pussy down
I'll make your body move
I got the type
remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up
me a yacht with a pool on the main deck
Beat up her pussy I leave it a train wreck
Nobody said that this life would be painless
(Wait)
Flex on these
goes down, they don't wanna be seen
I'm packing up my tapes, set my limits
Soon to be clean
I'm that redneck, yeah, I'll behead you
Cut your fucking
of that shit
In front of my face, you bluffin'
I know I ain't got no gun
But I still knock a pussy bitch
Out if he up to somethin'
Y'all acting tough
But
peers that's when the man formed
In the projects, we used to beef with each other
'Cause our fuckin parents were too ignorant to each us better
I had
Ain't no pussy worth the overtime
Cause that shit add up in the end
Yeah, yeah
Cause that shit add up in the end
I told em dog give me ten
I got a verse
a D.J. in the jets
Bought two trigger mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street
Best believe next week I'ma be downtown
I been abused by this cold, cold game (ah-ah)
Early breakfast for you, I got somethin' special for you (somethin' special)
I'ma beat that pussy
taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened
of Jaws mouth
Money in the room, tell them little hoes to calm down
All them bricks up in the kitchen that's a dog pile
Yay, add it up, what the price is
Seven points in snooker when you put down the black
But I still thank God for the little I got
[Chorus]
I don't stop rapping to the musical beat
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