Lyrics:
man spit
And I got a seat for anyone who can't stand it
I ain't chose the game, the game chose me
A lil' fame from the rap, but still the same O.G.
the devil's contest
Are you cursed or blessed when you take your last breath?
With your first one, let me dumb down, get the verse done
Walk with the angels
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
of terror and endless bloodshed
Pity was not spared for no man woman child or rapper
And believe
For his rap was felt by everyone
And this time when
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw
Man down, call
a fisherman
Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith and Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
a lil' nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real
[Hook x2]
There's a party over here, a party over there
A party everywhere...put ya hands up
This isn't just one of them rappin' R&B niggas
I'm fuckin' with Tha Bizness, some of the hardest beat rippers
Fuckin' with Lil Wayne then you're gon'
SMOKING
HIGH ASS LIL NIGGA
MR BIG SHIT POPPIN
RALPH LAUREN ROCKIN
NEW SHIT COPPIN
FLY ASS LIL NIGGA
I GOT BIGGER PLANS NOW ITS TIME TO GET THEM BIGGER
always creep
You always creep
You always creep
Ayo, uh, one, two, three, four
Kill Bill, Jackie Brown, Pulp Fiction, and Reservoir
Peep the lore,
cursive red Flame
This is Deep, Devil Music, Lil B
Shouts out to NaS, Cocaine Blunts
Shouts out to nahright, 2dopeboyz, Rap Radar
Ill roots, Feeder rap
Gs [2 or 3 mothafukkas]
SouthSide Academy [From the school of Hard Knocks mothafukkas]
[2x]
[Lil Dreamer]
I'm another SouthSide Academist, pharmacist,
Sinner man looking for a place to run
Tell the truth in tongues’
Enemy reduced by one's
Thousands 2 can put 10, 000 in flight
Speak truth to power every 24
over whispers in my ear...
[BRIDGE]
[Pharrel Williams]
Hey lil' mumma let me in your world,
I jus' wana see you be a nasty girl,
I said love you
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
love you Eaze (I do)
So bro I'm still witchu (E2)
Yo house don't even feel the same
Yo momma she miss you (She do)
Mr. Homewrecker (Huh)
Mr. Paid
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
on life support
I'm the executioner, it's time to cut it short
Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly, it's a wrap
Your rhymes are so garbage, no need for a recap
I
as Bruce Leroy,
Beat the rap galactics, blow panics off his axis
My glock is plastic, my dick is like magic
Stretch off then pow, your like Mr. Fantastic
and Warren G
[Mr. Malik]
We make yo heart beat like the beat of a heart
With these rhymes I release busta be plays his part
Get it start, get it set, I
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