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Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
Basically this song is just uh
You know get shit off my chest
Just writing to write really
This intro sucks by the way
And I get drunk just to walk
the brakes
Take the big chunks and leave the rest to pigeons
Brinks Trunks in the hood we ain't got let 'em
Put the mask on but I ain't Ray Mysterio
Fifty
WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you
F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6Talk it like I bring I feel you need this, deep shit Sleep
around
No more stressing about
The things in the
Back of my mind
Just let It out
Never doubt
I do as i feel i keep it Real
One hundred and fifty
Come
a freak and I can feel it
You play in the game were you get killed if you cheating
You after these pimp niggas (?)
(Lord Infamous)
Bitch please
za by the zips
2Fed but we hungry for chips
Pockets real stiff
I got lettuce I be dressing
I always count racks it's a fetish
Ain't on the yard but I
my past
Will come back to haunt me
But the consequenses are more than I can bare"
I feel that shit
This piece right here
Is about what comes with fame
that realness
Can ya feel this though
Yeah.. Gonna ride wit ya nigga 'cause it's goin' down
They say break yo'self or make yo'self
So I said fuck
Ain't never feel as good as Mary J did
Not how my bae did
Head in the trees with the kees'
I'm on coon shit
I'm throwing lines at you niggas
Some baboon
INTRO :
Heinn ehhh
Hello my lady.
I love your smile looking pretty.
Your twist just amazed me.
Pull-up on me, feeling dripping.
COUPLET :
She loves
a single fucking thing that y'all can tell us
Fucking model bitches like I'm Ray J
I'm just waiting on my payday
Off the Goose think I need AA
She been
to the west by Canal, see how we confused ourselves
It’s no gold it’s ferrous metal, if you feel so get that wealth
Basically I don’t see no difference, branded
'm drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma urrp
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off (nah, keep it goin'
(J-ro can you make
niggass ain't fucking with me, no really
I ain't stopping until I'm clocking a milli
I know even a nigga with no hands can feel me
Waited on my moment, now
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
be told, I let em be
I let em go, they borrow flows, the petty thieves
I cant keep them, thoughts leave ya, thought deeper
More than a role like Ray J
i wanna flex
Flex
Now I think it's time to flex
When I'm back home I feel the love
I feel the hate
Daps, hugs for potential snakes in that green
'Cuz
Well ya never quite forget the first tape you buy
Mine was Naughty By Nature back when OPP was hot
Who'd have thought that I could ever turn out this
don't wear ray bans
Hop in the whip, smoke spliffs with the asians
I ain't into the games like ray man
Making stacks it's a real sensation
Swear I just
and then she complains of not finding the tot-measure at home/
Vers 1
Bring jydie dop/ dan ry hy die vlok/ kry by my die stock/ dankbaar sysie kok/ en kry
You
Intro
Well this one goes out to all the girls around the world
Seh she beautiful and she pretty like a pearl
Dont you know this love is so strong
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V
W-X- Y and Z
Now they don’t make no song’s like these
So I’m back to the basics of Real MC’s
Now you
I'm back in the mix I was down in the slump Walkin' this shit lines punch ya like trunks
Open the sack momma ask "What's that funk"
Try take what I
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