Lyrics:
firm, some are gonna dash.
Some of them boys just ain't ready for the clash.
When you don't see your life pass you by in a flash.
Cuz others wanna hate
If you wanna dance bitch
Then you know that we can boogie
Kill your ass and get indicted by the fucking grand jury
But I have the best lawyers in
be nothin' nice
'Cause I ain't nothin' nice, turnin' men to mice
Women are like fallin' all over me like I'm some type of dyke
But uh-uh, you can
damage, but just a little bit slower
To let you know Rage is that lyrical flow blower (yes, ma'am)
I'm smooth and creamy, milky, silky, steamy
Eyes get
the Mac-10 out
Bat gon smack em
Chapter black, he blackin out
Find out
Find out why the fuck I'm the best around
Elevated by this chop that bring them down
I
then we ain't fuckin wit em
Keep to mines cause I remember back when I ain't have it nigga
Yeah I'm eatin, gettin hungry, fix ya own plate
I'll slide
lord's heaven
Get your chest laid out wit the FM 57
You think shit you can do will do but nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
faceless
Shawty gon say that I'm hard
So I know that nothing ain't going down painless
I'm maxing my card at the bank
Just to buy a new coupe and I'll pawn
ones in that ass, empty the whole clip
Made by a snitch , that's why them suckas fall so quick
And if you ain't down for your scratch you must be
up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin' don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him
'Cause sista you don't need him
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones
But the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by
opp block tours
You might see us in a buss-down whip, but it's fuckin' shored
This ain't beef, it's fuckin' war
(Is that Nick French?)
(Bop)
brung up Boogie like I warned y'all
Arrivin' onto your dick, now we on y'all
He lackin' with his bitch, he ain't on guard
I spit 10, missed 10, but I
call me again
When you see me shutting down mic
Blinded by the lights, dry your eyes
When the boat capsize three or four times
Not even Captain Jack
in the mall
and I know you aint fuckin' her. You fucked with me last night that's my best
friend and we don't get down like that.
Yeah muthafucka
I finger blast you
I ain't aiming for your gspot
But this gon' be your time of the month
When I have to make you bleed dot
Get upon your knees
I
non-stop though
the world movin in slow motion
held by the ocean
X pills keep my fantsay open
an I'm lovin it
nuttin above
but a pussy when you rub it
to get this paper
Son whassup with you nigga?
Yeah true, ain't nuttin, ain't nuttin why'know
Ain't seen you in a minute dunn
Yeah, just chillin,
came to get down
I'm not internationally known
But I'm known to rock the microphone
Because I get stupid, I mean outrageous
Stay away from me if
Trying to make a difference but surrounded by indifference
Gotta be different of the shit you're delivering
Cold as fucking ice bitch sitting there
ain't lookin' for alliances)
Pourin' red, I got a pint of it, it help my sinuses (uh)
They try to tell us play by the rules, but I don't comply to it,
chickens another nigga whippin raw
One half of the click is hittin banks the other half is hittin stores
We gettin more, paper, feds ain't seen no shit like
in a coma
Rolling down the isle, see your momma gettin' Roma
Mar-Red like tomatoes hot 'n' steamy like the Summer
Calling honey over like a bee without
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