Lyrics:
nigga on the corner Terrance Newman
Who in this bitch with me now Is the question best answered by Silence
Little nigga just action
Blood gang nigga we
lines old like all my enemies
Cause I kill em all with the first pen I see, call me an assassin cause they dead ac
But fuck assassin like Kyra, dope mc,
of murderin verses from they
Kneecaps
Relax, i think i might put em in rehab
The gentlemen startin to relapse
She fast, ya'll recap the recap
I don’t get
a fuck about your hustle, that don't mean more to me than these skits (yeah)
Scorin' up with these sticks, if you don't pour enough, I ain't sippin'
drunk and even off them Ex pills
My foots alone could make ya groan and even give ya neck chills
I call Paul hit up Juice and now we on the Jazzy T
I
the fire squad, you can't control the way this concludes yeh, call me Shyamalan, this is a Wott?KNiGHT. movie, get ya stomach twisted like it's Ramadan in
Geico
A Nationwide by my side
If he run up on me then the blick he get hit up both sides
Hop up out the whip, and get shooting
Call that "Shooting Ghost
shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock
hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and Osgood shoes/ that's
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
I call myself Hilroy, 'cause I like to get back to school
Silly allergies with big fall jackets, cool
Killin' calories, back of the cafeteria
Yo who
Like a diabetic
That'll have you pissing like a diuretic
I set it for the dudes that rap and dance
I'm a beast
See that shit ain't by happenstance
I spit
our souls. to Satan.
Instead. We KILL him. By the same game he plays' (EM!)
Remember, God. I am NOT. A RAP. GOD. (RAP GOD!)
I'm just trying make half
And beat you fast like it's M.M.A
I'm The M-A-N
Got your girlfriend here
And she slim as fuck, call her eminem
Leave some evidence in her uterus
Venomous
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
high/
Hear a couple argue as they drive by/
Reminds me of the times we wasn't feelin' likewise/
Split lives coulda wouldas close calls and nice tries/
tired of the cold book a flight
Sean Paul bae just give me the light
I stay hidden I stay outta sight
On coming traffic, my future too bright
Know we stay
Spitting goat bars, cuz I really go far, like views on music
(Ha, ha)
Lemme catch my breath (Hell yeah)
Always writing shit on the daily, call that my
Kimmel
In that pomegranate slam with the roof convert
Five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork
That Cali is active when Lil' Keke got
Oh hello (hi)
You say goodbye (bye)
Paul McCartney, Yoko Ono by my side (yea)
Now it's Lennon on the mic
That's my vibe, I'm his scribe
Spreadin'
falling in
I want the big bucks, just trying to haul em in
You know I'm balling like I'm Chris Paul in it
Don't bother nobody until they talking shit
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