Lyrics:
telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
to Opa-Locka
D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name
smoking Camels
My fam damage was ample
Our luck was tampered
Our trials are vials in a double-blind
Random samples
But love wasn't trampled
Don't tell us
Drink rap and I eat rap
It’s been that way and it’s never changed
when the impact of that beat slap
The reaction is priceless
Tracks have been crafted by
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
isn't my day
Y'all can dub and hurt me
But I'm fueled by God's tender love and mercy
Devil tryna work me
But I pop up in the scene, chocolate car,
to experience an upsurge
in the use of firearms on the streets by drug gagns
who are using guns to enhance their status
We've being told the victim
went
yea make me taste my lunch
I wanna Donkey Punch
gotta decide are you the head or the tail
do you wanna ride or are you getting nailed?
baby grab me by
my aura
But I drop so many hits they'll think I'm breakin' a machine on ‘em
See I had to go and put ‘em in they place
Bag ‘em tag ‘em put ‘em in
Black is what?
Beautiful
Brown is what?
Merciful
White is what?
Delusional
Be careful with the ones you know
When times are ruff they blow yo phone
humdinger, besides a ruff rhyme bringer
So when the trend men come we come correct
Styles upon styles upon styles earn mad respect
Lethal as a tech nine,
Yeah, fuck that shit
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin' for
And motherfolkin' caviar
He did a terrible thing, finally got away with it
I'm nervous, I'm nervous
Open a new chapter
Are you ready to be swallowed up by my
diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type
Love fuckin' bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The club be
sold and they can buy it
I switch flows and styles and rip shows live
With more personality than schitzo’s mind cause I’m a diamond in the ruff
But still
there's been bad times
R.I.P Micio - great 15 years, RVS, I'll grind through blood, sweat, tears
Not at the point to be drawing in crowds, happy with fans
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
these bottles still bring in the fun
They said every album gotta have it
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't even want to write it
Cause I don't even
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking
But you are the one that everyone resented
Rules getting bended
In school suspensions
Never too much, if you stop the fun’s ended
But this shit ain’t
human beings are?
[Chorus:]
He knows nothing but toil, strife and hard yakka
Pissed at the world for playing wife in a slammer
This man was never
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
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