Lyrics:
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
a polished diamond that shine
Had to retire my Mickey Mouse, I gotten too old
Peach fuzz on my lip, homeboy I'm grown
I'm that eastside e-savin 614
Rep it girl
to everybody, shout to all y'all man, shout to Li'l Man, shout to (Miss Gartley) Dough Boy
Shout to Napo The Original 1500s, (Lupe), Bishop G
L-U-P-E, we still
Easy-E
I'm a god, I'm a beast, you are not an emcee
You just nod to the beat, you eat snots when you sneeze
You eat cock, you're a freak
When I drop you
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Yo jazzy whats happening man
Yo ice cream tee is that jazzy jeff and the fresh prince
Yeah tey made that rap tune girls aint nutin but trouble
Those
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Who be know say Na so e go Dey
Who be know say ma story go change
Money di enter every day
Ngah them di enter Na day by day
Ahh
Wuna first know say
Man
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
to see me by myself
But I get to the show and rhyme over myself
A couple dudes get to rappin' too
And they're sayin' my words, just displaying
precise right in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
The girl straight from the heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Ram is my
Introduction to this game called the industry
Getting gipped by legit criminals, aye call the police
And it gets deeper than that
Man over half these niggas
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
want her she doesn’t need me
Runnin in this race I think I’m feelin’ speedy
My album coming soon I’m really sorry for the wait
Hope I drop it on time,
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
write
If I start it tonight
I'll have an album by light
I'm counting on slowing down
Won't give up the fight
They say I spit it too white
When I do what I
Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
drizzy named views after you
Bunda caught a case, yeah I saw it on the news
Swinging north east west down south e dey move
Would you be kind to follow me
rap
First album went platinum
So they ain't many places on my map
Going golfing in Iraq
Going shopping in Dubai
She'll be asking the man forgives
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