Lyrics:
Guess it's time for me to spit some truth
You get more clout when you in the booth
I'm YounginFinessin my head is a mess
See what happens when you
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out
rapper
That's trojan
Slinging rock erosion, and yo bitch be open
Easily I be chosen
Comparing me I'm like who them
Back to back tracks, running laps
With
{DJ Q-Bert scratches "I'm the ultimate.." "..emcee!"}
[Dr. Octagon]
Walkin streets with shopping carts, a live alligator
Hold your
It's really not sublime
I'm only doing what I want while
Hockin' loogies at the swine
Out of sight (Ayy)
R T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
I don't
'Bout to be big shit poppin' by the time this shit is droppin'
Stoppin' not a option I'm addicted, it's a problem
This way of life, sex, drugs rock
nigga
I told my bitch share with
Her friend like Coca-Cola nigga
I can't recall the last time
I was sober nigga one life to live
I think I'm gonna be
need him
Lift off when I'm ticked off, my pitfalls I latch onto like a pit dog
I sit calm with a sick thought of a sitcom of the life I live
Life I
something i dont know that i was supposed to say?
all i know before the hour i awoke today
nigga commin wit the realist and he chose today
im real close to J
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
rippin' paroles
Annihilate with persistence to try to say somethin' different
But by today, I'm just spittin' to rhyme while makin' a livin'
But mama say
So I let it fly when I'm in the booth (ah)
The devil a lie and I been the truth (ha)
Livid 'cause nobody livin' and nobody gettin' it
Doin' it
even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word then I'd much
ass
They took away my right to bear arms
What I'm 'posed to fight with, bare palms?
Yeah, right
They comin' with bombs, I'm comin' with flare guns
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' because you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit he'll kill your favorite shooter
Ain't goin' vacation, that's the power
Scrap?
I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?
Hold up that's goods rap, pardon sir
I just like good rap, but when I see goods I give his
Fuck, watch how I kill 'em
With the funky rhythm
I'll bomb if you don't feel 'em
Piranhas in 'em
Feed my persona as I get deep as Nostradamus
I'm
the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You
that's what you like
So when I'm rappin on the mic, don't bite
Biatch
[ Dionne Jackson ]
Did you know we do this all the time?
Are you trying
I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood
If you ain't live like I live, been one with the hood
I done what I could, to come up with this paper 'til
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