Lyrics:
You know what I don't understand?
You say you real but you go on the stand against your man's
You better change your plans better do the dirt by
And our leaders have the goddamn nerve to tell them to get out
Deep rooted trees release dew through leaves
Trees are felled for crops for animal feed
get cursed by the magic
They just need some brooms
To beat traffic
What's a celebration
Without a punch bowl
Filled with red juice
Drained from your
Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts
I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters
You think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch
acclaimed, ha (woo, woo)
I like this young man, because, when he came out
He came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy
Haha, I like that
eye gable came with higher stakes
You probably wanna get out
Never in the sunken place this ant get out
If she’s moving boujee all entitled tell her get
souvenirs
Falling out your mouth and on to the landscape
Me and El-P do the secret handshake
Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face
[chorus]
Shawty so crunk she comin out her clothes
dick so big got caught in her thoart.
do it hurt?(yeah) do it hurt?(hell yeah)
one nut, two
through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya,
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
a question, I love to lie
hey look girl is that Jimi Hendrix?
'Scuse me while I kiss your guy
Everyone tells me I'm the female Eminem
well all I'm gonna talk
Walk by, on your own, keys out, on your phone
Cant wait to get home, safe place is all alone
Fists fly, blood flows, cover up, who knows Stranger,
we gotta do is carry out his dead body
You never heard of me
So I surgically
Inserted myself permanently
With diversity
I dive into the words that tend
out his dead body
You never heard of me
So I surgically
Inserted myself permanently
With diversity
I dive into the words that tend to be
Made
We got a Million DMXs, 1000 Jay-Zs
100 Eminems and 2 Million Master P's
But I differ drastically, Cause whether I'm raping the rhythm is never really
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin'
shine has been suffocated
And now we just dominating
Our light is illuminated
Our lives are complicated
By trials and tribulations
So watch wateva you
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big Nas
Must of got cut off
I start off by writing you a letter
It’s got me feeling better
Sweating through a sweater
Getting to old for this inks being
got cho' back
Chill /*the /*fuck /*out
Eminem style niggas
They got me fucked
But I won't stop
I'm coming back
My niggas know FROM HELL STRAIGHT UP
a mister
Lick it up, my bro Zombie be rockin' with a fister
Hit the gas, his ass by flippin' over, now my wrist hurt
Think I got a blister
I got the heat,
out blows to knock unconscious these rockstars commenting that I'm not honest When I flow
Yeah it's sinful
Batter mother fuckers with the gat, a ratatat
And mattress funds
Go on a preview me
I'm the vulture, product of pop culture
By any means. It's messed up, ain't it
I'll graffiti the game done painted
born this!
Tank that would survive the attacks that all my boys didn't
Rank is top by default
This isn't the way I wanted it
I was also hit by fire
I
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