Lyrics:
strong I remain
40 Thevz in the house, Billy Boyz and the Gang
I put up wit' this and I put up wit' that
I got mo' tricks than Felix the Cat's bag
Jody was a friend of mine
Met him back in '89
He was drummer
Liked to walk from Brooklyn down
Into the city
Watchin every girl go by
You know he did
it taste like
I don't even reply leave 'em on the decline
Feeling like spiting
Cold bars ice cubes in some ice tea
And I'm feeling like Spike Lee
God
him what's he's got
And he knows he's nothing if the match ever stops
Cause...
Some gotta start
Some gotta be a part of started things
Some cats are
Check
Kenny lee ken lee
check check
Some cat for the ease, some cat for the please uh
They claim and they blame
So I loose my speech yeah
Fuck all
way I reached her was through email 
Made some bad decisions but she know I mean well
Yo we all humans let’s ditch the bullshit and move on with our
tenderloins
In every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say
Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away
Me and my clique in motion,
the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
Then I swing the jungle shit so
Well I went out last friday with my lil Mary Anne
She said please stay til sunday and she grabbed me by the can
She layed a big one on me, suprised
a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So
a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So
like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like H-IV if they feelin' weak
We be, Jackie Frost
Danny Terrio, shows to the Motorola
Money hold up, whippin'
roll by, go sober up
Fuck wrong with these niggas, ask your chick I bet she know what's up
Wrote this rap while smoking Black and Mild, bumping Doja Cat
Oh Annabel Lee, forever in my dreams.
You know you've still got a piece of my heart.
You've had it right from the start.
Oh Annabel Lee, stop
You can lie everyday
Hope you know that that Im grinding
Aye
I just want some love
Wanna let you know
I just want some love
Ai ore yuh
I just wanna know
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
baby
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
I ain't never been the type to try and grab the spotlight
We were at the revel with some rebels
pressure with these raps
Cats dying effortlessly snapped
The Mad Titan strikes back
With a handful of stones
My grasp tightens like that
I’ll dismantle
Guns sing like Whitney
Know karate like Bruce Lee
Choppin' shit like Jet Li
Kickin' ass like Jackie Chan
Ridin' in a Bentley, smokin' on some Pakistan
Yeah!
Yeah we vibin'!
Yeah!
Hahahahaha!
Back on the grind again
Know it's been a lil while but it's time again
Folks askin Josh when ya gonna rap
shoes playa take off your socks
But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart
You know how I do playa
Intro
Fettuccine:
Hey everybody
I don’t know if you’ve heard of us
We are the seven deadly kittens
We’re about to spit some bars
You can decide
the day I see
Some cat potentially taking me,
But who's taking me? Not One
Need an army with a shotgun,
So this spot's won
[Syir]
Bitch, I be sipping
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
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