Lyrics:
Oh my god, por que?, is he back again
He dropped the punk shit, I heard he's doing rap again
Better drop what you're doing and go tell a friend
VV
get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
I'm the last don
And I'm a end this motherfucker cause it ain't no more time
on fighting, more wisdom how to position
Drift missles and missions, vegans and fried chicken
Some here, some there, oh yea who in my lane am I missing?
By faith
you not in the mood
You not in the headspace
Then maybe stop wasting my time
Man I don't do this every day
You pull up to the North
But I am posted by
a diss (You writing a diss)
I'm making my music, you ask for more trap
I do what I want, I don't respond to no task
I'm creating a spark, a fire started
stacks on the flo’,
time to re-up tell em’ I need a hundred more,
you at the bar, pourin it up
you try to wife it up, I already toe it up,
up in V-I see
You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album
That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand
The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic
"I think you'll find, sir, that there will come a time
When black people wake up
And become intellectually independent enough
To think for
rap is back
No more fuckin' wack
Shit, if you bring that
You will get back-hand smacked
By both of my palms with money stacks
I'll blast you to the past
and pad, I'm back
to make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been framed
By
I was passing by
And now I beg to see you dance just one more time
Ooh I see you, see you, see you every time
And oh my I, I, I like your style
You,
the fuck am I gonna do man?)
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
By the time I hit
you can lie like a professor
I don't got the time to put you on the stretcher (stretcher)
I am here and I'm still flexing (flexing)
I am just an icon
round
We gon', uh, hear the sound, uh
Who them niggas is, loc?
Bring them bitches in, ho
Bitch, I'm really him, ho
Watch up by the benzo
Smile
why I left yo ass in the past with your snatch drippin'
I played a simple beat but you couldn't catch the rhythm.
I guess you're more attracted
more
'Cause you know what time it is
Don't even front muthafucka
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart
Nigga? FUCK
tangible, and image more real
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I
knock, respect Wu
Ayo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
and the black Yankee hat
When it’s time for action, I’m a rap maniac
'Cause on the mic, I’m more concentrated than Cuban coffee though
I’m firing shots right
Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something, man
This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine
Here interviewing
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
to switch Speed it up till I twitch
I'm a cluster fuck another buck adjusted luck
A fuck up I'm tougher punk. A NUMBER ONE
No more fuckin around
Because I
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