Lyrics:
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
bitches is fake, man shit is just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the shoestring
But don't confuse things, the good shepherd gave me a new frame
Of mind so you could see that I'm different, that's word to 2 Chainz, ouu
But I'm
Keep the fye on the pillow, I sleep ready
Don’t come by with the threats, I get deadly
Spent your rent on my dog ont care bout nun’
Don’t talk to me
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
Steve, style bionic
You get to workin, your head bop, you not jerkin
You be out lurkin for danger, in my Ranger
You think I'm bugged man? With
to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker! - And bow to the crowd!
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4,
Live in action, guaranteed
to strangers
Try to talk to me, bitch
You get that middle finger
Stand on by gangster, I bought a banger
Try to test me bitch
I'm just like Texas Ranger yeah
patron
Never fall out by money
Cause' we gone' get some more
I'm from the streets, I won't fold
I just live by the code
My double cup is so dirty
president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP
averaged two points
"Love Don't Live Here" droppin' soon, that's my new joint (woah)
And if I ever run into a Karen
I'm cursin' that bitch out everybody
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
ooh-la-la-laaa, i don't buy by the ounce, i buys by the baaar
i loves gettin' loadsa fukin' draw
and then sell it to my mates and gettin' fukin' wrecked up
mother's Buick Regal
I get up like Chino shouting, "Power to the people"
Yo, me and the Mighty Mos shine like a light post
Live nigga shit be straight
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
direction
I'm ready to thump and get the whole crew arrested
Bail 'em out and laugh about it in Texas, yo
And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac
And hit
a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
on it, we cook it 'til it's ready
I'm hittin' her from the back, she say I'm fuckin' up her edges
Live at the Grammy's, Longway sippin' on Texas
clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo
[Chorus]
"Back, front back, front back, fr-front back, side to side" [Repeat: x2]
Never let hoe
are my Denali trucks
Knownin' that I'm surrounded by OG's
That I don't really get down with
They got a separate table for their freaks bought them
chest got two knots
You hear the horn blow bodies rolling in never stop
Niggas act like gate keepers which raps are hot
When they really gay keeping don't
And Lil Wayne was working harder too
All of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
If you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote
had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
I don't fear losin' life, 'cause life just lost me
Shadow of death keeps followin' me and I can't get him
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