Lyrics:
Listen, when you see a bullshit man, make
Sure you pull some sort of weapon
Put it in his hand and tell him to shoot you
You’ll kill him faster than he
Can
the clerk point at you and say, "They bought the last bag"
You won't help change the McDonald's sign to a Hundred Billion Served
You'll never get AIDS
You
the sledge you'll get filled up
Strong got me coughing all the smoke my lungs done built up
These niggas wanna beef so you know I got 'em grilled up
Last wish
genuine, don't gotta hide little brother I can see that you acting
You say you never heard of genuinity, then check the album, man
I'll show you what that
Them man say they got boys on road
I don't care about your boys on road
What are you on?
Don't really care about your bars and flows
Cos your bars
Tried to savor it
And never worried bout dinner
I grew older recognized our position more
Dad said we may be broke but you'll never know poor
Grateful for
emcee
Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
You'll follow, never question me
Bust your lip, rush
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
you treat that the way you do rap
You'll still be broker than a bitch for giving no brain
If you want it then go get it but you gotta work
I'll never
the basement
The way I get my kills you'll all call me Satan
Yeah that's right, I have tested it, tested weapon less,
Total etiquette, check the testaments,
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
six punches hold your head still
All these guys I know are gonna take a pill or maybe somethin' else
Got my boys Kleevlin and Angie here by my side
Oh
at me
I got the blunt in my mouth
Usually I'm drug-free, but shit I'm with the homies
Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red
Come through and bust
(dial it)
You got to know by now
That I'm really unstoppable
Try now
You'll be silly in a hospital
Lie down
Got the pilly in a lock & load
I'm
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
bread, you'll be stuck up in a jam
You got a big ego
It's something ain't seen tho
Y'all scared to eat pussy I be slurping like miso
Idea price wars but
I got a empty pit inside of me
I tried to fill it with idle things
But nothing helped, I never felt free
Been feeling like that since I was just
figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me
leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 3]
I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot nigga
headed to war
Cuz I never been threatened by
weapons they forge
Reppin of course please salute
Police come thru and proceed to shoot
Imma speak
at you and say, "They bought the last bag"....
You won't help change the McDonald's sign to a Hundred Billion Served...
You'll never get AIDS...
You won't
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
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