Lyrics:
the bitch
I told that girl to shut the hell up she like my aggressiveness
I started rapping just for fun i did this by an accident
Did this by an accident
I
detached, stop for a second
Ask what I believe in
Piece by piece, I'll fit together
But it's no fun when I'm thinking
Teach me your style
In a lesson
And dance
Above ya pants see the ink from ya tattoo
Live everyday like it's my last
And i'm focused on the future not worried bout the past
Throw the cash
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master
and McBoo, they're down with us
Ms. Melodie, she's down with us
Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us
My manager Moe, he's down with us
Castle-D boy, he's
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
and McBoo, they're down with us
Ms. Melodie, she's down with us
Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us
My manager Moe, he's down with us
Castle-D boy
spitting
But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else
And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah)
My boy just got
they with the shit but they lackin
4 Niggaz by the doe On 3 we kick it in
Can't Keep up these boys to slow You only live once you know
7 Trappers trappin
copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I'm y'all ass 24/7, 10/4 copy that
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon' do about it huh?
Nothing, yea,
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks? What are these?"
Pros we
zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes
(yeah)
This what I do
Three and four, bouta wipe the whole floor
Yeah, five and six, catch me rocking these kicks
Yeah, seven and eight, bitch just you
neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I
time that the boy done blow
Like a birthday cake when you make your wish
Make your wish
So make your wish no Timmy Turner
I'm hot just like a furnace
You
time that the boy done blow
Like a birthday cake when you make your wish
Make your wish
So make your wish no Timmy Turner
I'm hot just like a furnace
You
of you constantly
The death of you is sucking the life outta me
You birthed 8 children 7 boys and me
I was your only girl child
You raised 6 males by
just some fun, for you
Do you feel the way, I do
Or is this just a fuck, to you
Yea
Benny
Hard to know just what you want
Like what you want, is it what
disco stick
No quick head in my bed I can't have that
I want that long neck not talking giraffe neck
Ain't no laying down man we 'bout to have late fun
games
It's safe to say me and you are not the same
I'm an OutKast, a misfit, a loaner with a big clip
A white boy with a long nose, crooked teeth and big
niggas be scrambling, gambling
Up in restaurants with mandolins and
Violins. We just sittin' here trying to win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots
this and gave no cares (not one)
Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y'all late
That's okay
thing happens to other kids
How in the world are we gonna live
With a boy like that?
Doctor said,"Dan's the first bad news
Second is his heart won't
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