Lyrics:
Kardashian's sex tape
Stare at Ray J's dick (Ew)
Shit, and I ain't gotta say more
The mind that's attached to this
Spine is a Claymore
Waterproof submariner,
what you say bout a nigga
You say what you claim but I don't get offended
Need you to need me attention don't feed me
I'm not Ray J cause I'm killing
a line that isn't true an' you pass them by
But it doesn't mean a thing
'Cause Grand Puba got that game
So won'tcha let me try?
Now just because I
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
forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone
But I'm
LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans, nigga missing both of his arms
I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat
Shoot
forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone
But I'm
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I'ma fuck you up, like the united states got by vietnam
I go...
Yo, everytime I mc I'm coming off
Yes
When a woman acquires a certain age
And the men who adored you no longer swoon
It pays to avoid the sunlit days
And live by the light of the kindly
And get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when
This is all that we seen?
This is all that we know
Eviction note at the door
So we pray like we
nothing that's promise
We in the living hell
I just had to be honest
The pain sounding like metal
The color of Ebonics when it play
Everything in the path
thermometers
Popped them all then popped them in the jar
Tracy veronica holla back
They promise there’s no pyjamas
Insomnia when attack I attack like piranha
to cross my mind
Left the thought of you behind me
When I pulled out of the driveway
By the time it caught me I was half way down the highway
I'm
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
chick (yo)
This is no intention of bein' offensive to women
By calling y'all bitches, my down-ass bitches
Still my queen, princess cuts look clean
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Niggas that's in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me..
chick (yo)
This is no intention of bein' offensive to women
By calling y'all bitches, my down-ass bitches
Still my queen, princess cuts look clean
by the gun, die by the gun, I was raised in the 100s
And the number one rule is to hunt or be hunted
2nd Chorus
2x
For Big Folkz I go crazy
For Lil
the blues too
A couple hoes n boats too
I got a couple bands just chillin by the hamstring
Wake up in the mornin money by the bed stand
OG told me focus
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
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
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