Lyrics:
know they'll try to sit on it but they'll get removed by the crowd(God)
Prodigy over Mediocrity, I always elevate
Authentic over Mimetic, My style always
Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA 'cause you listen to some Mustard?
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
glow
Throw a G stack on a mean ass
'Cause she's always climbing the pole
I cannot be touched on this rap shit
If we go to war hit the mattress
Wiping his
Without dragon to battle so I'm running from a shadow
An impossible feat and I repeat [Repeat: x3]
The damsel's in distress but they a mess
They only
ten bottles of bub' (money ain't a thing)
And by three somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs
we did it
At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it
Forty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte
Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please
One
featuring Craig G
(Get) (Get)
(Get)
(Get funky)
[VERSE 1]
When I get stupid to the point that I'm mentally mad
My
a little neah don't hurt
Just to hear the girls screamin' out wild, g
You're not a jungle brother, but that's some jimbrowski
Im like a pimp, see, and if
little young niggas runnin' around
Claim to be OG's when they only just ice
Stuck at thirty-two degrees
And they ain't Just-Ice, Kool G Rap, or Ice
The ruler, controller like the Ayatollah
Snack on Renola, then crack a cold Cola
G Rap and Polo, your Excellency, your Highness
Just cuss or fuss, and I'll
tried to be pros
Well I'm protein
And real live inserted inside rap and soul fiends
There's a million MC's in the world tonight
Who's not gettin' down
to be rich
Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit
droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
backed up by
and the rap Jason's enemies leave gushing
Murdering with the heat, produced by tone beatz
B-I-G Bailey, I do my own thing
That's why you must clone me to get
she got a knack for my raps
That's a fact
Inspired her to dance in the show rooms
I say I don't do it for the profit
But if it comes with it, then
Who dat on that new track wit that rap reclined backwards
I knew that it was you but matta fact don't mind asking
Cooling on em
Moving on em
My
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone
necklace
I give props to real MC's like KRS-One
Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from
The East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?
One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
Mr. Davis
One, two, three, pop, pop (okay)
Yeah (woo)
Okay, okay
don't know laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly
Aiyyo
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your
New day, new me
No diamond chain clankin
Ain't no goofy
3rd eye jewelry
On life, a new lease
Crack ya ribs Drew Brees
You are what you feast
later
Educator by Nature
Y'all Faker than 2020 Makeup, hater
You Cosemtic, I'm authentic
Work ethic, Raw talent good ear, try to keep it all in balance
ten bottles of bub' (money ain't a thing)
And by three somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs
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