Lyrics:
Feezys
Crackers pattern themselves after the teachings of Morris Levy
But I was dubbed the greatest by the gossip
I'm King Tut to haters from this
magical
Mr. Tim's other hand slappin you
Tread the narrow passage through the regulator habitats
Place where ain't no crackers at
Place where all
To see a pack of rednecks straight from 1905
Could tell by the clothes thery wore and their broken grammar
That I was the main event of a lynching in
know what's up with us man
Talking 'bout we don't be out here
Nigga you got us fucked up boy
Man I get shit done boy
You tweakin', yo ass trippin'
ain't the one who trying to attack us
It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers
y'all better lower your weapons before my niggaz get to steppin'
Cherry pie
Flying high
Eating spinach with my cracker Popeye
Young sailor
Dressed by a tailor
P.A. call me while I'm fucking in my trailer
Fishing for
a covenant I put on every tribe
Ain't nobody gon' tie your shoe
Nobody gon' abide by your rule
Nobody holding your gun
How come your tongue say
"killa" then
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
'em crackers, I'm packin' the pole
(Ayy, fuck all 'em stupid-ass racist bitches)
I gave them rappers they time at the podium
I ain't spoken, I ain't
(trill) , you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
Wake up in the mornin, I turn on the TV
What do I see? Some pussy
Ass niggas starin at me
They got some big ass
Crackers in my left lane, but I'm stayin' ahead
Even in the next life, I'm takin' this bread
I'm duckin' the fed time
Yeah, when everybody left me, I
Lightyear, yeah, your chin thick as shit
The only people that watch
You are freakin' kids
Ugly ass cracker, bitch, like Ritz
Stupid fat head ass nigga, you
The only people that watch you are freakin' kids
Ugly ass cracker, bitch, like Ritz
Stupid fat head ass nigga, you a bitch
Ruh, ruh, ruh-ruh
Ah fuck, I
Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fell
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Burstin', blastin' at your forty cal' shells split
boss
SK for dinner and forget to floss
Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross
Run a Cartel like a real Rick Ross
Sure runnin' like I'm heavy hardcore
(Hey)
Peepeepee, peepee, poopoo
Big Fat Ass
Hello Mya beloved this one goes out to you
You tell your mom to kill herself, well maybe it should be you
You
slappin' you
Tread the narrow passage through the regulator habitats
Place where ain't no crackers at
Place where all the crackas at, outer city limits
fuckin' pussy since the tender age of nine.
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed
She said " Cause I so - I tote for free
if you want your bitch - keep a ass away from me ", ya heard me
[Chorus: x 2]
She said she wan' no dick
and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots
The new news is
'till the early morn'
The blood of a hustla gettin' mines before I was born
You get stormed by these tight ass bars
From being easy Mac
Crusin' in lax
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
say?)
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write
through Medina wit a Evisu Jeans and Nina's
Stop by Juniors we hittin' cheeba
Briefly, crackers observe
You got the undercovers
Niggas just love us, we
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