Lyrics:
the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How
through that live & grow
Grew up on cinelli beach, yeah right there by that corner store
Right there where them niggas post, drug dealin and blowin drow
Mystikal
This skin is a gift not no curse it's a blessing
Heard that's a word say church like a Reverend
All this shit critical we need that biblical
Will
she a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I'm the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know
scheming on
Them fat boys scoping
They be hoping that I’m slipping
I be praying that I’m not
Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Free at Last almost
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
slippin', you're a bum
Run it up, run it up, no, them niggas not with us (niggas not with me)
She got freckles, I got cookies, tell them bitches, "Come
No cap, false, nigga, you not a boss, you got a boss
Niggas getting jerked, that shit hurts, I take it personally
Niggas rather work for the man than
a bitch, it's 'bout a check
My nigga never 'bout the bitch, about
To check my nigga, that's my nigga!
Make me do construction in your section
Nigga
Rari'
a spot
Nigga not knowing that I'm one to one
And they some Helen Keller-ass niggas
And I got my eyes open now I see the
Light
I see the light
Would you ride then, if I wasn't drivin'?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I
Uh huh Uh huh 5 (five) 1 (one)
Real shit nigga
Yo, nigga say somethin' slick
You'll get slapped for that
Niggas schemin' on some jewels
You'll get
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gon' be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin'
and back up off him
Kweli spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly
that rug, don't make me bust your shit
Nigga dust your shit, hit em with cocain and dope
And after all of my shows I'm gettin head from hoes
make you fuck on the Kitchen Flo
Let's not make this difficult
Shake it fast Mystikal
Her sex game so spiritual
You one unique individual
I don't make
a vow soon
That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup
I see the crowd mood
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another
A nigga barely over twenty, where the hell we gon' live?
Where am I gon' get that money
I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world
When I ain't
that's my nigga, the Real President carter
Gave me Diplomatic Immunity you and me why bother
Man all I gotta do is go buy a nigga a charger
And he only
Hit Master Splinter wit a street sweeper nigga that's a flea flicker
Fuck all them free pictures
Post a nigga bail
Don't tag me in no gofundme's, go
What the fuck that got to do with me, though?
Not a goddamn thing, not a motherfucking thing, no!
Big nigga got a dream, motherfucking dream, I turn 'em
Here we go nigga like Mystikal
I'm not a doctor but shit gone get physical
Play with that money we gonna get rid of you
OBSC man this shit here get
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
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