Lyrics:
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I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
Life death roll the dice Know you don't get to go twice
Don't ask back Make sure you
Hey hey everybody!
Hope you enjoy my song called swerve
Swerve, swerve
I just popped a perc
When i get the gun and shoot you in the leg lil bitch it
question at you like a cricket ball that's been swung
It could be negative criticism that slips off the tongue
If I were you I would not be bother by none
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
(CashMoneyAP)
Demons in my life
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
I got demons in my life, guns on my side
Tryna make it out alive, ayy
I can tell she been
Came out the fetus, the meanest emcee
Let off some steam, so obscene
I need breather before you even wake the giant
With an umbilical cord
That will
know Imma be big like Fat Joe
CMD yeah we gonna have (woah)
Rap runs in my blood Pe$0 and G-Run
Destroy you like Eminem does with machine guns
I'm in
off Minnesota... (Towns)
Shit going on, and you my brother, let me know
Bitch I'm tryna run up that green like CeeLo
Niggas be broke go hit the casino
I
The sucka dropped a diss we did our shit why would i lie
Get pissed off and wanna drive by
Get fullys more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that n***a
you hate the work
I'm the connect
I get the shit straight from
Who make the work
And all them skit's you pull is null
& void once you on paper work
Yo
siedem jeden
Głośnik niejeden zniszczyłem tu bez jednej głoski
Wyciągnij wnioski sam co by było gdyby
Byłem jak Biggie tu byłem jak Eminem
I każdy wiedział
the family part
We was doing skits prolly did one in the granny car
She think she with a top dog, but he a knock off
When we pull licks we be still letting em
my basement (haha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his
Once you got yo gun up, now it's time to run him down
Do yo shit, love you mo, I'ma listen for them sounds
We all trained for the skits, when it's time
making the 6 fall
You aught to know by now, that I am pissed off
For real, ready to spray at a nigga
Pop the trunk, straight AK a nigga
This verse should
back at the place
(What in the hell) It's Jones, break him off!
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (Kryme Life)]
Theodore, Theodore, Theodore
(Muthafucka, it's
chase money and not hoes
She fucked bro, she fucked me, yo bitch rolls
You talk smart with no money and no pros
Why this nigga speaking on the skit where
gets to trippen' and he gon' spazz too
Had to slap the stick up in this bitch to send my last two
That last skit was tragic, go and read about that last
(cum?)
On the beats I do go dumb
(?)
And I make her squirt (?) when she grab that water gun
Now fuck that brag rap, man
I'm Batman, I'm Bruce Wayne
yo they sellin' like Eminem
On the block get jumped off like him and them
On the block is hot you can feel it in your skinenen
Shorties get the game
with T.I.P and Eminem, That's All She Wrote
I was born in the snow, so you know your man is cold
But no matter where I go, I will never sell my soul
damn, I go HAM, I go off
The gun go BLAM!
I go in, I go hard, I go stupid, oh my God
Eminem is garbage
And I'm not a killer of the fucking beats -
See,
Yeah
Go right up
Connect, ain't nobody but Tech
I been dope since I put raps on BASF cassette
Since then my pen been at war like Montagues
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