Lyrics:
Well right about now yuh entertained by
Di sound called Creation Disco Tech
Yes bredda bredda cool runnings now!
Ha ha! Hear dat! yeah!
Uh! Now in
slidin' on his belly
I'm grippin' on my hammer with the silencer twisted
Contemplatin' murder now, I'm 'bout to swerve on my biscuit
But it's my man
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
United one yeah
We gone too far yeah
To stop right now man
Level up on my God shit
(I'm chilling)
Posted up that mob shit
(Mob action bitch)
See me man
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I
And not even break a sweat?
Man, they committin' genocide tryna
Exterminate the lyricist
While saying Dax is the antithesis
That's means opposite
But if I
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
Ex-man lookin' at me like I'm Lucifer
'Cause he knows I will deal with the case, yes sir
If I was the last man on Earth
I would only take that girl, end
the way
I've gone through changes In the city with my chrome
Pretty girl make it home You know man I go by my loan
And they want me to be bitches Them
a
Stick in the truth
Tryin’ to rip himself loose from
The grip of the noose
Man, how many minutes must I sit
In this corner and fidget?
Patiently searching
You gotta earn the right to beef with me or be a friend of me
You cowards ain't get enough power to by enemy
Stylin', even in trap houses I need
on cloud nine fuckin with me duke
Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see Proof
Some say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs
I'm gettin
Don't, don't, don't, don't
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for
to starving for a plate
Well, you don't give it when they hate
That's why my niggas keep a biscuit
It's no gimmick
I talk it how I live it
So when a nigga
[Ronald Isley singing throughout song]
[Prodigy and Havoc talking]
Yeah yeah
Know what I'm sayin'
Straight burn biscuits baby
Yeah, give it to 'em
a bitch
The homeboys laugh, everytime
And then I put her in my rhyme
Talk about a bitch who sucked dick
Man oh man that bitch can lick
She'll have a nigger
biscuits
I been inna trap, running so much, I gotta torn meniscus
You know what happens when the bill hit
You know what happen when ah kill hit
Man my
Just like the ball of a disco, my Gucci’s be shinning so good when I step
Balenciaga sliding throughout the mansion, you know how MattGotEm just flex
confrontation, nigga I'm just saying
These hands will drop that pussy nigga where he stand
But them games, I ain't even really into playing
I'm a grown ass man
Right,
Slow-mo drive by
We got bread like five guys
Pop your biscuit pop-
Ahem,
Slow-mo drive by
We got bread like five guys
Pop your biscuit popeyes
the v glock got a beam
I wont miss that man
Gang wonder how i jus flipped a Gram
I'm surrounded by lifters lethal Shooters
You niggas ain't up on no
Hey man, what are you doing
I'm trying to find my cat I’ve been looking all day
You know cats are always in the places that you'd least expect
Ok
of green'll give a nigga blues
A sip of purple make a nigga rue
Make a drunk person speak a sober tune (I can't go on this way)
Fuck dat, I can't do it man
And you niggas rappin' to me, so your drama is fake
You dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bake
You dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waist
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