Lyrics:
a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in
when the perpetrators of the problem
Joke about the atrocities
What boundaries are broken?
The further I sink into the ever deepening scam
The more I
wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,
your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind
Punk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers and fin's
C'mon,
status quo sucks cuz I haven't changed.
YoI'm saying that's not right.
Step back punk you ain't got no place here...
I'm the one they call
Perm so
've been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
old ass sing no more
You fuckin' punk pussy, you fucking faggot, sissy fuck
And by the way, a .380's a fuckin' sissy gun
If you're gonna shoot
gettin' cruel
I'm 'bout out of fuel
Yeah you's a punk
Let me out this funk
I been out a month
You're rendezvous
On the block
Yeah my shot gets hot
This
the same
I have lost all I had, everything I am
Everything that once was, now a shadow on the ground
A memory that couldn't be anything more than sorrow
Melly
BYG top man like a mentor
Say less, won’t say more
Now back to the hook of streetwise, and I hope that I’ll blow up like a claymore
Try cut chew
've been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
And soon you'll meet
I was awoken
By a niggling in my brain
A single thought, just like a knot,
A stone, a weight I can't explain
That sat they're
I sometimes get noticed
She knows me when she feels sick
I'm always worried when I get picked
She is such a lonely bitch
She is more of a drunk whore
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
funds n won't get nothing from me
Can't take me for a dunce dummy
Know that I ain't daft
I stay focused on my craft
Give it time we'll see who's crashed
times more to avoid overdraft
My body's getting ill but I was already daft
Can't heal my toothake during containment
Creditors are waiting for their
say I wish to know how it feels to be white
Cos these black governments are daft
How can you set up a life
When it’s though to bring up a light
Don’t
a motherfucker last week
He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep
I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya
But I
debut
I might prefer Sex Pistols to the more, real, early punk stuff by The Clash
But already here you can hear them moving away from their punk sound
englightened
Molly got the grudge happy
But still don't try to stunt at me
1P in my left pocket give you the wop
No blankie i'm growing a lot no more
Cold cuts
need and no more deep shit (that's right)
Lit up, get up, sit up, I write it
Then I, put you all in the mood, you invited
So come on down and party
a screw up and a loser
An A hole and a half
I was foolish and a snoozer
Trynna make everyone laugh
I was who they called crazy
Teachers used to call me daft
down I run em down I
Driving by I idle slow punk bitch look
There he is I told you so, I told you he would be alone
Devil rides and he controls, he stay
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