Lyrics:
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
4 o'clock, you catch the new shit
A day I will never forget, when I heard Premier cut
"These are the words that I manifest"
Blew my mind , I'm like "I
4 o'clock, you catch the new shit
A day I will never forget, when I heard Premier cut
"These are the words that I manifest"
Blew my mind , I'm like "I
(Quincy tell 'em)
Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What
Who squeeze triggers, but they don't pay you to be active
Peep game, I'ma teach you how to rob a rapper
Catch a nigga lackin', he slackin' on IG live
to the port to just build/ cC thru my seats keeps a nigga on chill/ catch me in all my splendor, Medusa heads, on the side of my lense/ i peoples eye brow you
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
the most fa that cash cuz I
Need it
Im a pour the syrup in a glass by the liter
I don't do the twitter or the at you a tweeter
I can do the Maybach
You can
lectar
If you ain't real can't stand in my sector
Can't take a joke get sprayed by the heckler
See a bad B on site I detect her
She a lil honey imma taste
check the gang we set
We set, no cap
Wait wait, wait
Niggas cap they hate aye
I rap to get paid
Rap and get laid
Packin she's bae
Catch me by the pool
I gotta catch up
Make me some racks and stuff
Turn on the Acura
Used to drive it for action stuff
Sheet in the sand gotta pack it up
Long day
money right
I don't wanna fight
I just need my babe by my side
Baby can you be here tonight
All we do is fight
We just can't see eye to eye yeah
I just
Coldest bitch but baby humble take a compliment and own it
Gotta body like a Benz I slid on by and let her stroll it
Ain’t excited bout the money got her
I’m kinda hungry for some cereal
But i’m on diet
Judging by the angles in your gram, maybe you should try it
Lying to yourself and you still don’t buy
no hoe
cause she’ll tell a lie
This is trap shit not a lull-by
if we catch him make a nigga die
Flooded my AP I flooded my wrist
taking my shot
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