Lyrics:
brother peace to my enemies
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me
My value is verified by
the music industry is messed up, baby!
I throw a pity party as I sip bacardi
Sell on! rap tapes, I don't need nobody
Ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
Its
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
is lookin' paranoid and now is spiralin'
You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not
that self-inspection
I learn my lessons well
Yo, I fell hard you see me gettin up
I'm fucking up adversity
In a temporary state of clarity
Hmmm, life is
So I looked up to all these niggas, but at the end of the day, if a nigga don't fuck with me
cause I know the industry's fake anyway, a nigga'll be
You better watch what you say!
From these INDUSTRY fucks,
To these faggot ass punks,
You don't know what it takes to get this motherfuckin` drunk
I'm
staying by the South, the West is the truth
Gonna stay paying dues 'til on stage at Paid Dues
Bad News, you didn't win when you snoozed
The youth been
it's a mystery
Really should be brothers united against the industry
The Africans diaspora scatter at shattered history
The game missing me, rap is so
and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus,
better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these faggot-ass punks
You don't know what it takes to get this motherfucking drunk
I'm already
better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these faggot-ass punks
You don't know what it takes to get this motherfucking drunk
I'm already
such a blessing
Sippin' wine while these honeys undressin'
What I'm about to say is highly confidential
And in the music industry today
Very essential so
who is that nigga
Ruuff ruuff you know who it is
Mack 10 punk top dog in showbiz
I cocks the revolver ready to start gattin' 'em
but
who is that nigga
Ruuff ruuff you know who it is
Mack 10 punk top dog in showbiz
I cocks the revolver ready to start gattin' 'em
but
has come
There is no escape and you missed your time to run
We're taking over everything within this industry
From the USA all the way to Germany
Erhöh
the city where the grass is green
And the palm trees lean
Been ballin'
Shot callin' since 83
I know the mothaphukin' industry
Ain't ready for me
the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk
tech when the heat is on nigga now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's
styles multiplied by a buck
Say it loud - pull out and spray the crowd
Wet'cha - only way you leave here is on a stretcher
I won't let'cha, get a hold
Hmmm, life is a parody, paradox
Enigma I shed that skin with the stigma
Roll on to the next day
Confusin' all my critics with these topics
Various,
military agents, soldiers marchin in for the kill
This is a war, join ranks, play your position
Put the industry in checkmate, force 'em under
niggas are really the punks huh?
In the hearts of men, I'm seeing cowards
Where you niggas is at when the funk come?
Smoke a blunt to that
When
Just a deadbeat punk
I will never amount to shit
My minds not programmed like you
I'm locked in what's real and what's worse is
The drugs could never
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