Lyrics:
B, i to the double t, e, r to the e, i, n, d, e, r
Now that you know just who we are get your hands up, lekker deurmekaar
B, i to the double t, e, r
Suddenly through the door was three men in suits
They said hey sweet mama who are you
I said im ice cream tee and who may you be
I'm brother charles brother
Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you're here?
Uh, uh, huh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru, let's go get
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I
Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?
Money talks, B.S. walks
When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked
So put your money where your mouth is, you
not make it to your block
So do not talk about S-N double O-P
Cause you will be D-E-A-D, you feel me?"
Bound to get you on your knees
(Get you on your
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
gusta ir loca con boca
Soy malo hablando let's go to America
R double e s e s yes
When it comes to hoes it is e before s
Like p to the u double f s yes
Of an octopus
When you're seeing double
How to be a man
When your life's divisible by trouble
Divisible by trouble
Run down some spiral stairs
To a wishing well
Before your family be missin' you like Aaron Hall.
Now, for all you do, nigga, this is for the bitch in you.
It's part two to take a hit must I continue
stiff like the pose
In the pictures of Vogue and flashy fashion magazines
You be thumbing in ?em, props to Beverly Johnson
She was the first black
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
, etc
Up, up and away, yeah
Woo-ooo
Hey music lover
L-O-V-E-R across the nation
What a G-double-O-D vibration
Hey music lover, yeah, yeah
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
without tiffany
N-o-r-e, I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit clue, other
a snitch
Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!
Iu0027m doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?)
Iu0027m doing subpar, how are you? (how are you
Jones, gone, yeah
I've been making trouble, got my mischief on, come on yeah
Hit another double, RBI, he gone, gone
Keep my head up in that huddle, cause
else could give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down, six-feet deep in the cut
What the fuck done went wrong?
How long will I be mourned?
bled into heaven
I
Embody what I feel like im Kevin E. Levin
Go
Figure I figure that my figures are seven
By
The time that times up
Im reduced
Addin Basic Math
Need You To Be Special Like Areba To Cootmore
Double O, Top Secret Agents With Suits On
Something So Deep It Da Drown Me
Friends Are Some
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
're skippin' like a ketchup buzz On this West Coast beat
I know you hear me in the street Kinda sound like Snoop D-O-double G
But it's S-K-I-P-P-A-J-O-N-E
flash the cannon like Kodak
And I spray threes, so say cheese
I already told you I'm lookin for enemies
Double R, so of course it's better
I love
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