Lyrics:
Red dot
Goin take his soul
He lifted
Pressing on record
Treat a rapper
Like magician
Saw his body
In the morgue
Keep it goin
Gotta keep the distance
Ready to slash at locusts cuz on his back is strapped four
Daggers - sharp as obsidian as the city rolls over the horizon
Gritty I'm fighting sixty
fixed
Orale! , 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…. 6
Times a day if we wanted to
Let me break it down just how I do
Supah Latin time & I came to party
I don't care if I wake
bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die
years I've seen Rooks
Get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate in 4 moves
The Bobby Fischer of rap with raw moves
In
smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
(Hey!) don't sit and ponder
'Cause we come with no bloops no blunders
We keep it fat like Attila the Hun-a
Latin ladies by like ay caramba
We caliente
scratch-padders for the audio change
Not trippin' ah, my tree, for the mental geometry
Just Cool J, that's me, I'm dangerous
"I need a beat"
Yeah I made it, don't
To be at an all time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim
Aw, this is four jiggling balls in
Your mouth all day everyday
Ay you tuned into a fuck
What you hear radio where
You can stick a dick in your ear
on the corner of Ward and Kings Cross Road
Outside an old record store
I bought my first CD that day
With the 5 that mum could spare
So unaware
We'd be waiting
and make that change
I'm fuckin yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good
I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood
I'm
most
I put the record on
Wait till I hear our song
Every night am dancing with your ghost
Every night am dancing(dancing)
With your ghost(ghost)
Never
nine to five, I'm killing time
But twenty-four-seven, three-six-five (three-six-five)
I'd have to be where I feel your sunshine
One to two-step,
I be
Let the record reflect, let them know and believe
It’s too many magicians with a trick up their sleeve
So I shine a little light just so you can
the tempo
That's not my MO
Yea
Stay heartless regardless
Soul darkened; I'm haunted
Stay vicious
Fuck bitches
New positions
Had me disappear; she magician
bands (Damn)
Guess it's back to counting up loose change, you fumblin'
Lost for twenty four whole weeks putting your numbers in
Them struggle meals don't
Yea, pray 4 me pray 4 me
Cus my granny gone
So who gone pray 4 the kid...
I wear my
Heart on my sleeves, no Rod Wave
Been cooking straight 4 5 days
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
escape jury duty,
four seven five one six,
I've done tricks that nobody noticed,
no one knew it was me doing it,
and since no one noticed the mission
cha ahu
1, 2, 3, the devil after me
4, 5, 6, he switched to throwing bricks
7, 8, 9, he hit me once a while
But I keep it moving
Cause the devil be
On the twelfth I'm starting to drag
By the fifteenth floor I ready to sag
Get to the top, But I'm too tired to rock
Yeah, I climbed two, three, four
Five
who's a hater
I got 3 in my comments before I make the papers
Turn rap into magicians season 5 an I'm a taker
Finna start a winnin streak again like I'm
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