Lyrics:
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr Goodie-Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack
If we collide take care of yo feelings
My ride or die crash then you dipping
Yeah now I get it
You my hitter my lady my mrs
In these streets I go get
names and make fun of you
(Ho) But me the Lyte
I'm into speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps
by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
then ya click ain't shit
Most niggas come around ya just to ride ya dick
Cause ya got deep investments in the girl called crack
And ya pimp her and ya
skills in the place
I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead
Uganda at, Botswana at
By the God in the flesh incarnate
Perfect life that they hear and hate
Crucified, resurrected
The kind of rap with them kind
streak of killing when Im in my bag
Going nuts on every track not talking a relay for fags
Eeeee yeah its almost time to celebrate
Black mr deeds when i
on Mars, and all systems are go
Yo, it's three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, hero, not no small feat
It's all heat in this day
do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
Strap yourself spite of, PLR in
The piece, biggest lair, yo
Pimp slapped by the hand of god
The anthem of dismantlers
My mantra creeps inside your ears,
Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by
Put it by number one phenomenon
Come follow me now, mon
'cause Mr. Chip Fu is the Don
I think I'll tikki
Discrepancies solved and dissolved by the Lord in His presence
He will deliver, direct, and perfect you with his wisdom and His love
Discrepancies
itching to race and I can't beat it
Yo love ain't perfect
But trust me it's worth it
Don't stop rehearsing
Work it the worse thing to come is learning
Had
and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passing by these haters like we got all A's
[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nothing but
of time before my bosses win
And I can feel the wrong
Coming up through the cracks of my heart again
I'm holding on, I'm going
Straight into the mouths
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't compensate for real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly
Hair off the streets
You
broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will
Crack the window Let a little of the hot box out
Real nigga never put it out when the cops
Ride by
Real bitches always know perfect time to slide
Gone head throw in the towel
(What's hannen-nen)
Only When it's worth it swear I be moving the proper way
Never gone be perfect but it's not looking that
throw in the towel
(What's hannen-nen)
Only When it's worth it swear I be moving the proper way
Never gone be perfect but it's not looking that far away
the crack in the jar and he shook right
And im the nigga standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad
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