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Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
'em
I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rappin records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
They hearing my tracks and they askin for moe
Jumpin the booth with a fuego flow
I ain’t love no bitch I ain’t trust no hoe
Ball in the cup like
to touch the hem of that garment they say that heals
Black heart black soul black tie black suit
Black gloves black shoes black hair black lips too
Black
to touch the hem of that garment they say that heals
Black heart black soul black tie black suit
Black gloves black shoes black hair black lips too
Black
Razors concealed in an oncoming low
Shave the treetops of southern Tasmania
And slice apart a thousand duffle coats
Worn by spectres which still
love
And 325 horses can't get me to you fast enough
Your lips around a Coca-Cola
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
Some things never go
notice from my pilot
Hitting turbalance cuz she's a bad bitch
Men in black with that lemo
At the arrivals it's like I didn't get the memo
Jumpin' the back
I'll let you down
Man I'm playin' 'round
Just pass the crown
To this black king
Sip on it while relaxing
Piece by piece
Tryna build somethin'
Can't find
up, get your weight up!
P-L-P but fuck around get the fade up
They shit is made up, straight up! (Uh)
Call me Bobby Tarantino living on the level
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
was my, "Mona Lisa" when we first begun
She got me, "Jump-in' Around" like Everlast
Singin' a, "Rap Life" with help from Tash
She be my, metronome
a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with
And watch another couple years pass by
I'm sorry
That I keep on jumpin outta bed early
You should try and be the one that always wake me
It's winter but you
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
,
Coming and coming and coming around
Check your lip.
Bat your eyes.
BETTER McKE SURE HE YOUR GUY
BETTER THINK TWICE HE YOUR TYPE
GOOD DECISIONS GOOD
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
By the stack, comin' at us, get your weight right yeah
If not, you makin' a mistake right there, f'real
I
through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme say-er
It's Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
by the stack, comin' at us, get your weight
from head to toe
The only record that she ever played
Was "just like a rolling stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer
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