Lyrics:
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
and get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old Mag
Now block a nigga, get off me
Get some off that, buy the weed and blow that bitch up
more time
Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time
I'm a hot nigga, sound like Juvenile
Hit the pot, nigga, hold the other side
Off that
fuckin' get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac
Now blocka nigga, get off me
Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
double clutchin
If its two hoes and me know we double fuckin
I be in the whip race draggin like a muhfucka
Nigga I could set the bar wherever I fuckin like
deceived
My nihilistic enchantment
Disappearing down the existential void
Juvenile spells die as new ones deploy
I've come so far to find
The truth won't set
tangeray and hennesey,
untill i call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck,
i wish moms would hurry up, so i can get buck wild,
juvenile with the mics n
to the good life we taste it
Damn the consequences pimp
If it's a chance we take it
First case a month in juvenile and get probation
When I think about all
carpet burns off the rug
And to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns
And how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen
Ya
Crooked coppers scaring the niggaz off in the hood
What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good
See most of the niggaz still
wonder What that did to me girl
I'm pessimistic in my views so I sing
I think when we look back we gon just be amused by this thing
Cause I was only
to tie a flag on your head
And represent your motherfucking set 'til you're dead
Bust on the cops while I cuss the feds
Roll a joint in the bathtub
the statue
When you do the Clown Walk
That's how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
That's how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
That's how
close up with the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you
hustlin, hustlin
Mama been laid off
She ain't workin no mo'
Papa been laid off
He say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off
He been locked
Knew I was real when tombs had a
Lil niggas name on his neck
Ever since 13, I've been banging the set
The only rapper under 25 to say Diss the feds
of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile
I hit my niggas off with good smoke
Out west they ridin' with me, now I'm back hard
I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard
Hated by
stay in the back while mom did her ways
The atmosphere was a lil off when she hit the stage
One man there looked to have eyes full of rage
He threw up
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
Whoa
If your left hand go stop you
Nigga you cut am off
Them niggas can't show up
Bro we set it off
Illuminate fuck nigga want turn you off
So am
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