Lyrics:
myself fake it//
[x2]
[Verse 1}
Fuck your opinion, some kind of Simeon//
sitting in sin with a stripper named Cinnamon//
silence inside when I'm spitting
the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block
on Bankhead
Big bank gotta big bounce
Two shots to semi tux cold rocks in a glass house
Boom bye bye betty
Blue by sly bessie hoope ride by deadly
Spark that
Too speak to Lil Oso press 918
I'm posted up In Tulsa I'm surrounded by corona
Smoking and I'm toting on a back-wood I'm a stoner
Need to realign my
that he with it
When I hop on the beat, Swear to God you can feel it
If I hop the beat, Swear to God I'm a kill it
Late night, Two deep, Bitch you know
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
And that two-fifth click to my tits
And Playgirl's gonna rip, and I'm-a have to rip shit
Ah, go for yours 'cause you gotta
In
bloodshed
Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds
Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith
Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss
High school and college
Purchased the silk tie
This is words to live by, watch your words
Cause words trigger the trigger
Herbs get killed by
Shut up it's two shooters
Bet I can give
Stuffed two grams in the blunt that we just blew
Now I'm getting blown by a bitch
Who? I don't know her name
Gold chain hangin', got a few in the room
million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
Big Glock, no Smith & Wesson (no)
Every nigga with me got a Glock
(aw yeah, huh)
(UH!) One-two, one-two...
Oh my God! Tone-Loc, where you been?
Oh, he back in the studio! HO-OH-oh-oh [*laughs*]
Oh
2 Scoops-
Yeah, my mind get complex like sex
nigga Scoop is on the microphone and I gets wrecked
can I wreck this, from Long Beach to Texas
I be
Sunshine gon' come with rainy days, Codiene take the pain away
Kobe at the three, while down by two, Dwayne gon' fade away
I know they hate I made
smashing, make it jump like everlasting
God body Ramadan, thirty day fasting
Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade
360 waves, side burns with
on point, never skip of slip
My bitch stay tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith
If I carry two cannons, no time to pull out
I bust through the side of my
sheep
(*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*)
*repeat x3*
Verse 2: Chuck D
Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin caps incoginisms
Phone taps, makin sure
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, okay, okay, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, okay
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I got two rings on (uh-huh), two
Jackpot
[Juggernaut]!!.........(Triple up)
Ready or not, Firin' shots, Smith&Wessons and more dangerous Weapons
Gettin' struck by da snipa ‘cause I'm
Yeah
Yo, everyday I'd watch the older dudes pitch on the corner
And smoked blunts, I'd walk by and catch a whiff from the odor
Empty Henny
Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
Foul cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head, leaded up
Call the coroners to make
get the bag by any means, yeah
It's essential (yeah, it's essential)
Two years ago, nobody could see my potential
(My potential) they hate the fact that
on the town, that you niggas going broke
Chop up buzz, we kill this shit
No twenty-twos, no Emmitt Smith
Pulled out on you and let it rip
Killed y'all dogs,
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