Lyrics:
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
cats in rap worth top dollar
In fact, touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been?
JT MONEY: Shit, I jus' came from round a bitch house
tryin to get a lil pussy, why'know I
head is in
I just wanna rap better than Eminem and everyone in between
I got no guidance
Wait and I'm malicious They call me a devil with horns
Tearing
light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!)
And it ain't in six states now I
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
I'll holler back
Hardwired for this shit, one, two, one, two
Gangsta Grillz (Gangsta Grillz)
Yessir
Ayy, Drama, haha, I told you, nigga (Mr
rap
Hip-Hop, kid and nap
Snoop Dogg 'Lac wit the diamond in the back
I rep it like a mayor mayn
Summin like a playa mayn
St. Louis cookin' and I
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
cats in rap worth top dollar
In fact, touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
’m
A rapper? I'm an artist
I just rap for fun but
Still do it the hardest
How I started was a baby given
Birth to by the Carters
2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my
now it's printable, you in critical
Me clinical, it ain't liberal, you minimal
Typical run-of-the-mill
You pitiful appendages
Ran up the top, not rap, I
Jew is you, Jeremiah fourteen and two
Enforced by the Hebrew
Ya hovered by the eagle, America is evil
Let no man deceive you, beat you,
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
clever lyricist
Hi-see the pearl rabbit never fear a bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary
To the new century
Well, I guess by
like to rap
Gave a ham, a blank, told him I had 15 racks
By now, he took that nigga jack and told him we'd be right back
Huh, bitch, I'm off the red,
-9
Bring it to your face and no time for me to waste
[2x]
[GPA]
Now I see your placed your bets
So I'ma put you in your place
It's GPA and Mr. Lil One
-9
Bring it to your face and no time for me to waste
[2x]
[GPA]
Now I see your placed your bets
So I'ma put you in your place
It's GPA and Mr. Lil One
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