Lyrics:
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Only bull you should take
for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts
girl
And y'all waiting on the inside
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
you.
Give us your testimony, my child.
[Well, it all began with Johnny] (Yeah?)
[He said drink helped him stay alive] (Yeah?)
[Do you know how old he
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in
the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
your, get your game from)
If I know anything, it's 'cause my old head taught me all alone
And it's a cold game, better get your coat, get your snow
I am the king of the rappin' thing
But love, is really my game
And when it comes, to gettin' the finest chicks
I put all the other rappers
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P
You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy
Where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty
Can it be, Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me?
I'm the Prince dick
and to the seven
I once was told that all Doggs go to Heaven
Well, how ya been? Where ya been and what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
done ran it off
I'm walking on water, I took the sandals off
Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600,
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen
for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts
deja vu
And the day y'all do
It'll be the day y'all bleed
Wrist minus 80 degrees
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
Who else could take 5
so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing
In
ordered one last round
He said I guess we can't complain
God made life a gamble
And we're still in the game
So here's to all the soldiers
Who have
(Bone, Bone, Bone!)
My homies the greatest, I roll with the best, see?
Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E?
We got heat!
Y'all
jax, but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know
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