Lyrics:
Young Money, they go
Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some medicated
Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated
Two things on my
the play
Lil' ol' scrawny nigga, for sure was catching fades
Raised by all women and still I never caved
Took it three times, extended from greatness, I
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes
Runnin' from poopoo and 'prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil nigga
That
rhymin'
Ridin' on the devil since I began rhymin'
Hell we bring back the meat that rap lacks
Cause like I said, we got sold down the river
And I ain't
Candyman, farewell to the flesh
Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one
Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known
When you walk up in this Dead
had a plot as a kid to get rich
Hah, listen, lil' bitch
Got the game in my hand like a Switch
It's just me and my clique
Rap and get money, rap
of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got
blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
'Cause from Eazy-E, to DOC, to DPG
Started from that SOB, DRE
Like
on the chair
And I'm hittin' her bare, panda
Beat her back in my only agenda
I just flew the lil' swoop from Atlanta
Yeah, I rap, but I'm really a scammer
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
mend to-high-be-high hoodies
So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
Wop
Got, got it on smash
Bad lil', exotic
Hitmaka
OG Parker
Huh
Hands off of you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off of you (her)
Hands off
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
We bout to get real ugly up in this muthafucka
For the 9-9 and the 2-G
Def Jam
Snoop Dogg all up in this muthafucka
Big Kap
Eastsidaz
I
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, fuck two bitches in a coupe
I'm paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain't no cap in my rap, I got
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
L.A.X. around six
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
It's Friday night
Two players in a black 5-0-0
Slidin' down
of the murder rate
Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk
See the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
Life's a snippet, one way ticket
Time
play tough guy on the corner
I smoothe her out in the sauna
Yeah, I blew it out in the Bahamas, yeah
Your lil' mama got a stellar arm
We got it
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
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