Lyrics:
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first
wanna be me
But it’s a war now I see
Kill the competition I’m the only nominee
Keep it rolling off the E
Living in the shadows I just wanna be me
But it’s
to withstand
Fought to the death side by side
Resolved to kill to the end
Vulgar bastard
Breeding bad blood
Deny your god
Who might never forgive you
Fire
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
Ayo
My first ten g's
Got me feeling like snoop
My first pair of jordan
Got me feeling like swootch
My first trap beat
Got me feeling like Gucci
mobb on
Yeah motherfuckin' G shit jumpin off tonight
Motherfuckin' fire, beotch!!
Kill em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
on our building
This crazy motherfucker's really tryna kill me
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
this crazy world They're lost
Say goodbye to courtesy is time to roll them up
I bring the hell Kill the first then Kill'Em all
I bring the hell If you
or going to kill me
Still living lavish and they still
Wonder why I act savage
All these guns and automatics
Still gonna murder these niggas that
Want
Shed kill shed their blood
Eradicate mass murder
The mark of the blood
Spare the first born
Penalty of death will pass over
The dark angel
Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first
War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth
I'm, dressed to kill, my niggas rep for real
Joe Crack's back
don’t kill my
don’t kill my
oh woah
I don’t roll the dice
don’t talk bout sacrifice
prayed to my own paradise
but shadows seem to come
no I’m not
and
So I feed them,
They say keep your enemies close
So I feed them
I try to kill mine by drowning in poison
So I feed them
Fill my lungs up with smoke til
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a nigga finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
Imma kill this
Funny enough the drill can't drill this uh
One more time lemme lay this
I'm on chill peace
Laid on my very first day wait
Heard that you
Enigmas are folded
Into a structure made by the voted
Break down this thing were in so we dont break down the deformities shown to kill
Thrown away
up
Its kill or be killed,
Get fucked or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 and a one more time
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my,
I murder it, kill it, I'm the rap games new supervillain
Yeah, I'm up at your throat, they call me the GOAT
I don't want the title, I just want
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
you ho, we ain't playin' with ya
We ain't playin' with you ho, we ain't playin' with ya
You violatin', hatin' niggas we will kill my friend
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