Lyrics:
love
I got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place
With that yard weed, you know the god we remember that
You know we, ten second rolly, bum
(yo who in the bathroom?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (the book's about to come on now, nah I'm sayin' so put a mic check)
Microphone
skin glowing extra
I walk through the scene
Was I born with the game or it's just
Maybelline
Put down a deposit
Need my love in advance
Was marking off
back like dexter, goin' at ya throat
Last year was doin' worse and that's for sure
Last year we put in work and that's for sure
Last year we made it work
By the way you move
I see you’re new to this shit
(The game in my hands) x8
The game in my hands
I got the streets on my back
I’m raising the level
here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La dadadada da da da
Mo-MuthaFckin'-3 Ngga, yeah
Let me take em' back to where the cash at
(Cash At)
380 in that
the most underrated rapper of all time
So why do you accept those that bite my rhymes
Me and eminem rhymed for d are e
Me and x was in da club bout
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
or a mannequin
My friend resistin' ain't good for ya health
Put your tool on the shelf
And just go for self
Get help..get da drink and get the hidin'
Get your
with the fo fo messin with joe
Now this kid gotta ass so fat
Infact I put a drink on it and came right back
He would never talk to a lady like that
This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings
You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit
Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit
to keep on telling you again
I know one thing you better put respect on my name
While ya at it add a lil bit of zest to ya game
Cuz ya flow is so lame
put it down in a major way
I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play
I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday
Bring the present with the cake in
gone creep thru ya shit
We hit dem hoes by da twos, we split and kick 'em out
If I dish dat shit in, my dawg gone dish out
I'm talmbout right foot in
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
information, load it up in ya head
Couldnt hold it, so it turned out its somethin' he said
Wut he tell da FEDS (he need someone to call)
Your decision was
by myself
cuz aint kno who da trust (aint kno who da trust)
Aint nobody put me up on game (no Body)
got ma feet wet,
I don't mess with short girls
Told the homie put the beat in five/eight
But my ex was 5'3"
That is just
That is just
That is just beyond me
Drinking
let's not get it twisted
I make ya brain ragu sauce rite inside ya fitted
Want too much sauce den ya mans can get it
Bring da Choppa out boy ya whole fam
dozen
Women by de dozen..
Whips by de dozen
Thats 36
36 ounces in a brickd
Im dope
I'm him
Got the GAME four rm my pops
Straight locked
Boutta put
so G
Fat daddy in a Grand Marquis
No Rims with da Spongebob seats
Nigga so Low Key
Issa Vibe and the world gone see
Best Rapper on the Planet is me
I
a bird, it's a plane
It's a dream, it's a game
Be strong, have faith
It's all worth the wait
It's a light in the sky
That won't pass you by
It's
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