Lyrics:
I chills with the Books, now I'm paid out the rectum
No comp, I stiggidy stomp 'em all out like Sasquatch
I'm deep, no sleep I'll make you wanna
motherfuckers Don't fuck with me I'm warning you what the Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker Shut, shut up I transcend And get you through the grape vines Rappers
brought me out
You was making songs like crazy
Now it's a musicial drought
Now I got them versions on the lowest price around
Hundred thousand dollars for
par
Doesn't he know you have to be sad
If you wanna make it anywhere now a days
And I'm not tryna be no tom MacDonald gatekeeping fuck
But all of you
champ, like Tom Brady
If I won the lottery I'd help people in Haiti
If I ask a question I need an answer no maybes
I get the business done and do
imma run
I cant play no games ain't no Monopoly this ain't fun
I see why you hating I'm on top because I won
Niggas stink like Davy Jones locker in
don't do act like
After the party, yeah yeah
You know I felt like blowing to let
You know how I was feeling
Let me get back to flowin
Im goinig
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f- one
"Ouch, what the f- you hit me for?"
Screamed life as I
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one
"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"
Screamed life
beat is gonna do on the radio
Damn, I thought you knew me, by way you're talking to me
You get any closer to me, then I might just have to let it go
beat is gonna do on the radio
Damn, I thought you knew me, by way you're talking to me
You get any closer to me, then I might just have to let it go
to murder you on the verse, you pussy
I be back and I'm practically slashin' your ass
With these raps that I stash on my pad
If you faggots attack me, I
the old me back
I know im not who you wish i would me
That version of me aint inside of me
I know that i broke you in pieces
You stayed by my side and you
Jones (cappo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you say up on those fucking phones
Be quiet
Touchdown
And get ya
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
the hypest in New York City?
WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!
"I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it?
thing, prepare kid
Why you think I let you get away with doing radio-friendly versions of what I do?
I wouldn't chide you, out perform, out write,
I be tryna make a million dollars in a day, They didn't wanna see me win I took a walk
To the lake, They be hatin' on your boy, say I won by Mistake,
boy I got so many ways
Ways to get paid
Twenty four hours
Money to be made
I started off with nothing
Now I'm platinum black mase
Back then ?? women
Now
wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like
can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you (X3)
Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with
one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
heard at that time at that place with that girl…you know the one
Turn the radio on…Make the right outta wrong
‘Cause I wanna go back yeah I wanna go back
demons have wings too?"
Yeah, but when you're blinded by lust that's irrelevant
Cause if you got to sleep with the girl of your dreams
I'm sure you
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