Lyrics:
Verse 3 (d.i.g.) :
Money and guns is what I'm known for keeping in my presence
These niggas better feel, what the fuck I'm tellin them
I'm a young ghetto
crew and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee
Verse Two: El-P
Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty
no paper, show Eminems first
I'm Charging a K just right for my verse
My Bitch got a K but the Glock in her purse
Won't sell myself short, I know what
Too was for man to hit the booth like fuck it countless times I suffered I switched the Tempo and upped it engaged to the Mrs and money same time I love
Im in the studio
Working on that next project for you, you know what I'm sayin
Until then Here's A Lil Sumthin
Yeah
217 Shit, look
Its been a while
don't fly with that foreplay, all them eyes
Lil' mama don't forget I'm Mr. Ring around the Rosé
Nigga fuck with me I bring your ting around the Rosé
fuck you, Mr Substance
You've been waiting for this comeuppance
Saulz, I can't believe you dissed me on such shit production
Took 4 of you to put that
Perion
Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
I prefer Brown liquor, Brown
with paramedics
Give a fuck if you got status
Still wearing my low
She a gold digga i aint payin yo bills ho
Whoa what you think i got the name for
shit
why don't you kick some of this 99 shit for them baby mamas"
[verse 1]
Ya baby daddy, worst nigga that you ever met
First nigga that you ever
that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,
no money to be rapping bout (maybe just a lil)
I ain't got no clout, got no name, fuck the fame imma get that later
Fuck a hater sometimes they my
made the lil' shawty stare
That's why they hatin' on me
Businessmen just pay the fee
Swear to God I ain't reppin' for free (swear to God, I ain't rappin
Verse 1:
I wake up everyday with success on my mind
Mothafuckas hatin on me every time I ride by
Mothafuckas hatin on me cause they know I’m that
[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for
I never had a baby momma boy i’m different
She meant to much for me not to make her my Mrs.
It’s hard for anyone to get me out my body
But you
the mix but ion fuck with niggas
Clutching on my pole reach for me gold then it a light show
Lil bra had went and scored but this shit still ain’t goin
silly rabbits real tricky end up being Micky
Oh d**n what the f**k I done killed Kenny
Trying to get the cheese watching out for the piggies
These Arthur
to root for to win if they did
But I bet a stack
Whoever win gon look exactly like the bitch that I picked
If there was two of you against Ben
You could
money flyin' round
Bought to break that bank, yeeeahh
Stuntin' like that could get you killed, watcha thankin', huh, I'm a cgent for S.H.I.E.L.D. naw
It
wanna say,
I ain't down with that,
You stupid ass shiesty b*tch, get the f*ck out with that.
Chorus ×1
Verse 2:
Think you need a sesedative,
to try
it's a puddle
Fuck her in full nelson and beat it up, I'm Mr. Royal rumble when I was in Vegas, shit, I pour a four
I ain't never talk to stunna she
good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back
the cannon of bazookas
100 ways to fuck you, over, no Karma Sutra
West coast till my death bed, cutting up
Somebody fucking with Mr edward Scissorhands
I
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