Lyrics:
through your clique
Nigga, you pissed on trip
I'ma have to bust you in your lips
And the whips better have a whole lot of chips
Cause I ain't for no
through your clique
Nigga, you pissed on trip
I'ma have to bust you in your lips
And the whips better have a whole lot of chips
Cause I ain't for no
get far if you're privileged
Graffiti Jack sprays in black
An Englishman can he read it back?
Deli Joe he ought to know
He runs the gang on Pastrami
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
that bitch cum on my lips
If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip
And if you got money, don't come on my strip
I wear that metal, no Olympic
Everyone
If I knew that I'd probley take out a gun
But it's mother natures law
To get you coming back for more
Just stand laying by the roadside
Waiting
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a wu, tang killer bee's on ya back
I comes for
I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if
I see coming down
And I have no opinions
So I feel no remorse
I can see the Black Knight
Riding up on his horse
And there's fire in his nostrils
bachelor since Bruce
Wayne with his bachelor’s
But mastered this rap shit
You hear the words coming
From my lips bastards
I never crack, I got that Chapstick
wine on my lips
Still ain't signed the master mind
The masters mine. hey!
Back in your dome where the rebelz Rome
The greatest weapon in the hands
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
erupted, rage in the sea
Ain't the second coming of Christ
The first coming of me
They say if you downward the Nile
It would throw off the rotation
DVDs
Screaming blap blap on MP3s
Just bring it back to what kids are seeing
Nobody knows what the drama brings
Watch what the llama sings
The MCs blowing
up like this track tryna fist fight back
When the producer heard this verse it left his eye black
Ask my chef, I eat rappers, I like mine's prepped
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
So I'm shotgun
Higher than the cost of livin' my seat back
(yeah) , my gear black (yeah) , my heat black
Deserve whatever you got coming, so keep that
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
is coming from
I'm from Compton everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for niggas that's thinkin'
That they're the shit, that's who I'm taggin'
coming back and a train ain't got no mercy keeps rolling down the tracks
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
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