Lyrics:
and comin' in five seconds
Givin' back shots patch box, fat knots
I rap hot, like black glocks
Disrespect this and get disconnected
Then sprayed like
a party ho
This right here's that Martin-Malcolm
Only difference we still alive
By any means necessary
Squad life we down to ride
Interstate, rival Pi's
ya, drop your heart right in it.
And you're a shooting star, and you'll die if you don't win it.
Yeah,
You didn't make the book.
The sound pumps hard and runs right through ya
When it hits it reacts like a airbag to ya
Some flip to it small kids might skip to it
And jail cats
second's too late, we react too soon
Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes
When the shots go across the room
Who you gon' call when you lost in doom
Your
make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
stop
[Spliff Star]
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love then we show you love back
y'all niggas
Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers. Eat a dick!
Now who's the underated pro, they scared
(busta rhymes)
yaaaaaaa-7 seconds
yo yo yo 25x
(busta rhymes)
i think i'm about to black out
i blow your fucking whick out
niggaz who taught
Ughh yeah
Kendrick Lamar ha ha haha HA
This feels like
Right in front of the freeway
And when I'm done this should be
In front of a DJ
I watch whack
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
to the crib, my shawty start tweakin'
Right by the fire, Frank, throw the mink in
Came with the Lynch Mob, Coke Wave squad
Aim for the moon, got the Wraith
and bring the stars out
When it dark out, get the squad out
We ball hard sucka nigga eat your heart out
I'm too advanced super swag in my Louis pants
Ballin'
and sweat-stained t-shirts
That's the story that
They are gonna feature
With exclusive pics
Of your flabby behind
You think you're all alone
But that's right when
breathing]
[talking]
Ya niggas can't be serious right now
I'm the all time heavy weight champion of flowers
I'm leading the league in at least six statistical
like a Stockton shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you spot
Like Spliff Star
Shootin right all in your car
When we first met
Yeah, just by chance
I didn't take a second glance
I never knew we ever would
See eye to eye and fall in love
We are not star
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
the power moves
Whosever next on the mic, where shower shoes
Five more seconds on the clock
Your whole box been jumped on by the Doc hopscotch
[ Biz
where shower shoes
Five more seconds on the clock
Your whole box been jumped on by the Doc hopscotch
[ Biz Markie ]
As we continue on
To the break
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
know you shocked, right? They got me on my bully, homie
It's fake love 'cause they really hatin'
For my downfall, they really waitin'
Hundred yardies,
B.O.B
What's up, what's, down.
Ladies and gentleman we are entering into the fifth dimension
And I mention we gone.
Right on right on
B.O.B
Way up in the sky, moon and planets fly
Comets streak and shooting stars fall down
But I'm just sitting here, sipping on my second beer
And doing
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