Lyrics:
let me cloak my wrist (okay)
Fuck a diss, boy, I'm draggin' bodies like it's Metal Gear
I don't care 'bout your fuckin' status, Peggy got no fur, yeah
a man down and I do it by force
Jump in the whip, doing up tours
Still in the field am breaking laws
I got Gs from Mogadishu that’s hoping me and yours
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
later
[Method Man]
On this one call me Lee Major
Million dollar man, bionic or professor chronic
Still not a player, I just fuck a lot
acclaimed, ha (woo, woo)
I like this young man, because, when he came out
He came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy
Haha, I like that
a room key, ain't no need for no pin
I got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
Check it
It ain't my fault I was born
First it was nice vision, now it's black print Network, I got my bag up, check out my neck
Work, you steady in looking at me and my net Worth,
Mc smalley yeah dats ma name, Guna go by the flow
Guna play the game, guna roll the dice once or twice
Pushin an a feelin nice, u got me, u got me
with some of These man I be like nah bro I don't Roll with clowns
Now I'm just surfing my deepest Thoughts, but
Same way I can't judge a book by Its
sweet
He threw down his crutches and he danced on his feet
chorus
Now I went up the Lee road a friend to see
They call it the Madhouse in Cork by
from me
Cause the ones and the twos are chasing me
Im gonna keep it funny like Jason Lee
And keep your heads bobbing amazingly
I got no time to rhyme
Garfunkel, Artie
Babyshambles, Zita Swoon
Paul and Paula und Pat Boone
Patti Smith, Patti LaBelle
Patsy Cline, Edie Brickell
Peggy Lee, Rickie Lee Jones
now I talk my shit when I walk in this bitch (I kinda got it)
‘Lil back story of the Double L Man, trust me
I'm made to be the bane of your existence
OK man are you ready to go?
I'm ready to go
Now come on now, crank this motherfucker up
Aha
Young Money
YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
'm keeping my blickey tucked
Got tired of the old one my daddy smell it nomo came back new F 150 truck
Bruce Lee and Tucker only gotta hour with me she say
in the swamps
One of 'em a great big old boy
One of 'em kinda short, not too big
Lived back in the swamps down by the river
This particular
man y'all be doubting me?
I just find it so funny how niggas ain't got boundaries
Most of y'all niggas be fans of me, now i'm da enemy
Really it's
Spike Lee
I'm the one you demand for, skills is enhanced more
You know this man's law, so slide on the dance floor
With the rap singer with the lyrics
the scene for a long stretch
Took some time to grow my team made some progress
Then I started time to change, got inspired by the pain
It was time to break
it's you, love
To sink in our killer love
Can't keep pretending that it's cool
Boy, it's not cool
I still need you
We cranked up Peggy Lee at night
With
I guess you got personal problems
The bigger you are, they start openin' up ya personal closet
A Ram 150, man, still couldn't dodge it, dislodge it
fucks)
Young T Lee 'bout to erupt (lets get it)
They keep tryna come back
Eventually like fuck that (fuck that)
Count it up talkin' stackin' racks
I feel
this ain't no play
I need my pox fat like Moray
I got a Mexican plug named Jorge
I'm the Beckham man, baby, need more cakes
You wanna argue, then fuck,
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection
On stereo, never ever mind, no
All wax, yes I'm talkin' about vinyl
They said stop freeze, I got froze up
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