Lyrics:
[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)]
Uh... musical clever
You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical)
Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic
out, man, I make her fiend for that blow
They be pumping the P, P be pumping them hoes
Stick out they ass, look how they tell me, "just go"
You ain't
The top of the status
On status to blow
Hope you taking your notes
Building cases on a case study like me
Case inevitably closed
Epitomize the modern
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake
Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me
I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too
Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
Now
he would have woven the Sethu bridge across the sea with his own arrows.
And not allowed monkeys to place stones to float on the water.
Ahhha...
nightmare
They really love me from LA to Japan
Did a couple million views
Now I need a million bands
Gotta watch who you call your mans
I don't got too many
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
And the odds of his life prolly be 2 to 1
But I give it to him 'cause he didn't run
I guess he figured, "man when you look at it in a nutshell
All I got is
lame
And I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane
I went for a walk in the woods to get away from it all
I was trailed by a woman who was
When you leave out the house make sure you prepared
If you walk with a stick got to be ready to blow
Your life or it's his nigga you can't be scared
This glory story has no end,
There’s way more to it
Seek the Lords ordinance you’ ll find his exact coordinates
Still mourning this as the morning
up killed
(Gon end up killed)
Know how imma do it imma get this n**** setup by his ex
(Setup by his ex)
Cause they still text and I got her number so
Just to rob you for your Fitted
Nigga can't fuck with me
Cause they know a nigga is sick
I guess you a monkeys
Cause y'all eating the banana clip
I see
was fly
Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die
Said she wanted to take me home to make love
Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream
for bro when he patched his homie playin' dice
Shook up with his mans chrome in reach for of hand then he thought again to play it nice
Mike been had
let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better
His soul's escaping through
snack as I unwrap, white girl rap bout to grab that black thing by the side of my lap, is it a Mac or some container filled with green crack these verses
got my paper
Holding it up high in detention
I got no celebration
Patiently wait for the day to end
But it stretches greater
A large party
Because this
in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I
I'ma tell y'all what I said, bro, he's versatile
He's most likely to fully blow up, very fast
And very soon because he's versatile
Um, he can do
Let me tell you a story
It's a story bout a youth named Johnny
King of the ends, with his goons and his coons
Top boy flow, but your man ain't Sully
dry
Well, his feet are bare, bare and dusty brown
And a hot wind blows over sacred ground
And a new day brekas
On the mountainside
Reaching out,
that's clicker niggas, say that they got smoke with me
I'm going to inhale and let it blow before y'all notice me
Nigga had his mama safe him from being
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