Lyrics:
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
rock a hard place inbetween em
Two foxes one hole and one other brother dreamin
Two davids
2 Davids One Saul Call Paul Schitsophrenic
Besides your own
a problem
Brodie said go get it, I get it until I got em
Shoutout FTP nigga you know how we mobbing!
Angels, gods, and demons, bitch I see myself a goblin
I'm
I'm holding c-notes but no I can't sing, okay
Lil mama a fling (Uh huh)
We call her Chris Paul, just chasing a ring
Ay I'm back on my grind (My grind)
ya coolin' by yourself or maybe with some friends
From the young bucks up to senior citizens
I make 'em get up and feel like kids again
But if you
me Jackson, call me Michael, uh (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Pull up on the scene, choppa read 'em like a Bible (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Where I come from, we was taught
out of 'em
Act tough and amuse but if you get bruised
You would sue, you're blues clues and I'm not Eminem
There is no return I'm turning the world into
[Eminem:] (They beef and we leavin' 'em coked up)
If Slim say it I spray it, if he will it I kill it
We kill packs to get iller Detroit, y'all can feel it
Got
and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
F-your
and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your
'em to church
Guess you could call it pentecostal, man Eminem told me (lose) yourself
So how can I (lose) focus, you roaches
In combat so war? (nah),
strong
And I keep trying to hit Paul's voice, but it's been way too long
I done been heartbroken, by the ones I love the most
I swear family let you down,
wanna do, I'm all ears
Smokin' on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India
the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around
standing on principle go Boosie on em
2Being real ain't in your blood call em blood donors
Oh you on some fake shit I smell the aroma
Oh you one of them
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
shock the circuit board
Everyone aboard
Better have your seatbelts on
It's an all out war
So you better call moral support
It's my first time driving four
Dun dun dun dun dun dun, go-go gadget dick
Fucking bitch though Wu Tang Clan
Was a fucking anime
Thinks Eminem's the goat
Because he raps fast
Hair
, simmer down
I was one of the ones you called for pape', oh niggas dissin' now
Really one of the ones to place a call and have 'em sit you down
You seen
This the shit that fly like Space Jam
So high and man I'm wasted
Stars so bright I need my Ray Banz
Universe is mine, call me a Spaceman
I've seen
those years
Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Riggs Morales
I wanna thank all my label mates, D12, 50 Cent, G-Unit
Stat Quo, Bobby Creek' and Cashis
It's
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
when I'm Houston stepping call me CJ
Paul Blart looking motherfucka
He ain't Top flight
Leave em with a hole mole
Hit him in his top right
We see they
Yea, Yea, Ha
Wyshmaster Beats
Eminem Show, Book Of Ryan, N9na, MMLP
Grow strings and take control of me
Take me for a puppet, grab the strings, bro I
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