Lyrics:
the shit like I was Mike Hewitt
Don't, test me though, homie I might do it
Check my track record, the feelin' go right to it
It was easy for me, I was
been frontin'
Yo ain't no mic to it, city see right through it
I was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt
Don't test me though, homie I might do
and down
Like a Yo-yo
Oh no
That's just how we do it
Smith and Smith hitting aces
Call us Lleyton Hewitt
Coz that's how it goes bro
You don't even know bro
yo ghetto ass
Leave me alone with yo ghetto ass
Think... think... think you the shit with yo ghetto ass
Don't... Don't make me put this dick on yo
spark let's do it
They want no smoke I knew it
Fah fah yeah I shoot through it
Hit you back to back like Hewitt
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's
Used to trappin' in the mail and on computers
And I'm my own shooter
I got that white girl that's that Jennifer Love Hewitt
White girls yea they all
downtown are all she can see
Don’t want to be seen this way
If you see her tell her I’m okay
That I'm out on the town come Saturday
Dancing with Ruth till
Bang Bus, and Slick Rick.
[Coaxke:]
Yo, don't forget Empornium!
Yo, I'd like to than Shure, Propellerheads.
Yo, I got a shout-out for Zorba, and Wevah,
used to be something to live for
A paycheck at the end of the week
The American dream was never more
Than a house down by Hewitt's Creek
There used to be
a good job, and I really don't think so, but in all this discussion, no one has stepped forward to say what a truly remarkable job Jennifer Love Hewitt has
don't need to wonder how my end will be
Utter debauchery, this is worship
Each straw colored crimson red
A lineage traced to the pits of hell
(Jerry Kilgore/Ted Hewitt/Monty Powell/Sarah Majors)
Don't be afraid darling you can tell me
What it takes to make your world turn
If you're
the lot
When she on top she loves to scream a lot
She saying Gillie, Gillie, please don't stop
Shawty backing so I had to do it
I texted that ass and she
fell through
But that's all good, shit's old news
Train don't stop, we just move
So I pick the phone up and hit my crew
And I say I got no plans, left
a frog to a school kid
Don't you blame it on the films I'm a sadist
Psycho? No, they make me more creative
We all go a little mad sometimes
So we gotta get
Benz
Lurk in with a gat and just talk widdem, there's worse sins!
Boy, I don't spit, when I write a rap it's the words of gods!
That's bismillah, if they
Yo, I'm the type of mc who
Blames my wackness on instrumentals
What's the deal?
I don't even rhyme no more
I'm all about speakin' rhythmatically
Wack
I don't know how dangerous it was going to be back in February
and he didn't even tell you
He's on record as saying it
He panicked
He just looked
fading
Niggas wanna start fading
I'm tellin' them crackers don't change me, huh
I'm tellin' them crackers don't change me
Look, I had to do it
Them dumbass
even like your messed up hair
You're just perfect right when you wake up
You're so pretty when you don't care
There's just gotta be a heaven above
How I do it
How about I prove it
I don't talk shit
If I want it I get to it
Bitches think they hot
Til I come in like some coolant
And I'm taxing all
I don’t play no games
Baby I’m not a Xbox
I won’t touch the white
But nigga I got stanky pot
Gotta SUV
But im plotting On a drop
Niggas mad at Big
really on the way
I might as well tell you what I gotta say
I wish you could see the
Expression on my face
I'm hoping up and down he don't say none
No you don't wanna do it
I'm packing the heat like a Hewitt
We stacked and our leader Jewish
No cap I been seeing the Judases
When ya friends turn
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