Lyrics:
Niggas two faced and I know they face
Fold under pressure you made of clay
Switching up on me I can't explain
How niggas so grimy when we was all starving
the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
? broken temple of hemp, I keep it simple
Money all mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish,
with drool and a bit of oil
To tell the truth
I really been on lose
Ever since the full moon
You already know the dudes ah
Night walker big spliff
Light
Stay loyal get to work and we get you a chain
So I'm locked in like a missile
In the stu yea cookin up hits surrounded by bitches and pistols
Like mighty
'm tired of cats tryin' to sum me
You can't add that far yet,
That counting is far fetched
I treat MC like canines
Throwin' words at they face
full of car parts in it (ayy)
I can dress you a hog in a minute
Yeah, my number one amendment (which one?)
Is gonna have to be number two 'cause
I
that special chord
One can only release by screaming with the power that is yours
Vigor of Captain Planet, save the home that you adore
That pollution is
to bow
Give me the horns, I'm ready to bull Give me the clay, I'm ready to pull
Married to the mic, I'm gonna elope If you've seen us, it's a prenup
Cause
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
His hand gliding all over me
I know damn well that if I listened
It would've been you with me
Spinning like a pot of clay
Molded by the words I say
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
brick and fucked it up, 'cause I rushed it, ah (swear to God)
Two ounces bagged up in twenties, I'm disgusted
When Neiman and Johnny Walker raided
We do it my way
Bumpin all the ogs on the highway
Everybody think they know me by what I say
People think that they hard but they really dry clay
how unstable the ground is and how you try to keep your balance on two strong legs.
There are 4 doors around you.
Get ready to enter the ones in front
a hoe need a pimp, I'm the one you supposed to call
S*** talker, somebody's daughter she my street walker
She call me daddy, she a hoe so that's what
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
was prayin' for a play
I ain't for the games ride with nothing less than 2k
You can get flamed at the start of a new day
Know I'm down to flock it for
what I need baby (tired of being here all by myself)
Is love
(Love for two) I want you baby
(Love for two) Nobody else baby
Just me and you
Just
a speech
My bars like clay, they take shape and just murder beats
I'm at that Barclay in Row A with the perfect seats
You havin' trouble tryna stay
dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, softer than clay
Maybe it's cause she into Leos
And I was into trios, plus all the trips to Rio
but it split into two
I got used to the bullshit
It ain't nothing new
One Day Imma make it
I'm just waiting in the queue
When you say you love me
one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
How can I get you to understand that I got needs baby?
Listen please
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic
the fat, mack EightBall to most of y'all
You a hoe need a pimp, I'm the one you supposed to call
Shit talker, somebody's daughter she my street walker
She
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