Lyrics:
Rhed Zhone conglom
Cuz it's lonely at tha top
Straight
Goodaz
Like a tight buff
Hit it and split it
Like mics
Held by opponents
I'm a go get it
Most
poetically sniping in alphabetical order
Alphabetical slaughter, bomb by the quarters
Shell senda (yeah nigga)
Blair witch from senda
I'm Alexander the Great
house)
Isn't that what you want me to do with you?
You play tha momma bear, I'll play the daddy
You can play the momma and I'll play the daddy (let's
a president'll be a swat guy
That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A drank and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from inside to outside
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Mohammad Ali
Malcolm X those my heroes
Civil rights dark nights dogs firehouse
National guard
Versus a thousand people
Flower in tha’ barrel
But I do know, and you know nobody beats Tha Liks
Well, check it
How you gonna get the ladies naked
[Chorus(x12)]
[Female:]
Nobody beats
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like
ain't lookin at you
You tha bomb from behind and you kno
But when you turn around them niggas quick to slam tha dow
What chu lookin at not me
Yo face look
so take off your clothes
And quit tryin' to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes
Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb 'cause
so take off your clothes
And quit tryin' to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes
Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb 'cause
(get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up
[This time through added libs by Sunshine
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
I member days sittin in tha laundry mat couldnt get me a 60 cent pop
And plus my daddy never round I was feelin down momma addicted to rocks
Ppl
Yeah
Tell em
Yeah
Weezy bad
Na really I'm good
Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood betta know da tec
live under my seat
Put you in tha ground
Now
lil daddy please believe I need that
Tha whole stack an throw ya boy the dro sack
I need you ballas face-down on the rug
I want you all butt-naked turn
by little son
Saying daddy waky waky and take me to school.
Hook
She got me singing
Yayah ya ya yayah yah yah yah
Then I got her screaming.
Rarah ra
round here;
and aint nobody gone tell who did it round here!
chorus 4 x
i aint them goofy white boyz from tha movies;
talk shit and have to kill me ( u
diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin' as I'm
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
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