Lyrics:
intelligence
A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch
3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates
I mean creaming,
Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes
the game
And you never talk down on a player's name
Cause I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
You see, I'm fresh like always with funky beats
I say what's up
down to D.U.N.D.A.S, S.T
I'm tryna live a life that's flagrant
I used to rap only to be famous, now I rhyme to make my tracks considered dangerous
I'm
On the stage everybody hold it
Down let's get it Cass'
Listen i got a Calicoe
So right off top I'll have
You chumps runnin' out
The door like Brizz after
and I got it and want one more (One more)
Opportunity ain't always knocking on your front door (Front door)
So go get a piece of the 3.14
No one else
Is
and I got it and want one more (One more)
Opportunity ain't always knocking on your front door (Front door)
So go get a piece of the 3.14
No one else
Is
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
game I play can get dangerous
So I isolate in my pages
Then my mom will ask me how I'm doing lately and I'll lie and say I feel greatness
Cuz I don't
teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors
Mall in this fucking gumbo
Straight paper
Straight fetti
Straight gumbo
Verse3(Dangerous Dame)
Niggas we pull
Niggas will say
We're live in Marin City
Joining the manhunt for
The four suspects in the Marin City massacre
Where six police officers and
Three informants have
me you running fo yo life
Cause you ran your mouth MOUTH
[Chorus:]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether its fame or we
the grain, game at my finger tips
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga
Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck
got my foot in the door
He said he heard me before (Oh yeah?)
He said he like the way I
Kill and walk a murderous show
That's when I showed him my game
try to move my throne
You think my cover's blown?
One two three to four
Open up the door
Open up the door
I wanna show you more
I said what I said Call
gets down around town
Equipped with the power of the seven seals
But emcees they feel guilty
Because behind closed doors they live
A life that's filthy
the chance you surround yourself by some winners
Break it down to em
saucing, beat the track like I'm judo choppin'
I'm bustin' down the door
Imma bout to go to war
I ain't done this thing before
I'm taking off, imma soar
you some
If you live by the gun
Then you die by the gun
That’s why the game I just had to run
Cuz this my rifle
That’s my gun
Mother-fucka better
down and hit the booth
Counting 3, 4, 5
Fore it’s 4, 3, 2
Get a metal mask
I’m ya doctor doom
Imma pop it off
Nigga Boom boom boom
I’m on my way
brought the ointment
I live and die by the pen, and Kaarmaa coming heavy for you
You can tend the rabbits, Lennie, this a game of mice and men
I've come
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed
Get a crew and try to surround me
and one by one I'll light y'all up
and send ya asses to King's County
Solo
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
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