Lyrics:
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
and spilled all over ya feet
When the mirrors get to cracking and the closet get to rattling
I'm the black cat crossing the street
They say why you keep
other than acting is the hardest industry
To be the best and stand out with a clear USP
For me I try to do this by keeping my writing versatile
That's why
her bout the Grammys and told Her I have to grab it
Got the dog in me I use to battle and Rap shit
How you the Best But you ain’t Backing it
Serve you
hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton,
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Sincerety clearly has died
My lyrics are merely mirrors to the tears in my eyes
I've done my best to share my life
My privacy's been sacrificed
But now
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
intergalactic traveler
What the fuck you smoking, that you think I'm joking huh
Best back off don't provoke me, imma hold my heart
Feel the pain, go insane, my
was the best
My parents don't understand the art, Blonson why'd you have to fart on my name
Just put it to rest
I don't like kids, but I like Nic Cage
If i'm not black, do I wrap like a ghost
Oh my I run the show like a host
Oh my how Patek sell the best
Oh hi, won't you come shoot at my chest
Oh my
Intro: Instrumental (8 Bar’s)...
Verse 1: Alucard (Rapped 16 Bar’s):
I been in a strong winter sleep frozen by snow,
The icy flow so cold you’ll get
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
Ayo Game, this that '92 shit
We the Best dream team
They don't want us to have sauce on these shrimps and steaks
They don't want us on exotic
to find a woman when you' talented and black
When you hollerin' at labels
And they silencing you back
'Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence
stand tall
Cuss my best moves behind my back like Jamal
Hang em by a string and watch em tell it all
Too many bags in my hand, I said I’m shopping
your choice, so it takes you to choose
The best in rap, the best in r&b
The best in rock, the best in p-o-p
Who works the hardest, sweats the most
tunes from a laser black sax
It sounds so laid back
It helps me relax
I brought the album after seeing K-Pax
Ooh how I miss my nautilus
I was told faren
a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die,
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
on the record by saying that
Was probably the best Breakfast
Bars we've had
Yo what is this Bring the Pain
When I spit it so insane
Gotta bring it back again
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
Puffing on a Towdee bakae tje
Everything be slow-mo nkare some bro pressed replay
Wherever I’m at ag’iweng
Come and watch me killing more black parties than
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