Lyrics:
(Benz) like Mercedes
Invade your mental like U.S. troops invaded Haiti's
Ladies, that are Latin be lovin me more than Desi Arnez but
My voice be
the ghost, too confident to be cocky to keep it real
We veto that phony shit and block it like a bill
Whether Bobby by the pound, or Whitney by the ki
We
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
conscience
The are the O D-e-l-i-t-e
MC Delite with the whole damn posse
So let me put my little ego in the can
And flip the job to Aasim
(Yo why
all by surprise
Yeah Ima abouta thrive
You post like you care
We know that that's a big lie
Caused some last breaths
Led to new deaths
But I'm still
That who shit and bullshit, everything sounds like you shit
RIP Bobby young king I wish you here to kill shit
Rewind your mind bring your thoughts
a gas-chamber
Y'all can't avoid the fumes
Y'all in a cage locked
My deranged thoughts are like Ray Charles
Waving chainsaws get your brain chopped
Into eight
drop
I respect this generation, but I need the hardest bars you can provide
I'm taxing you with inflation
Bobby Boy in the cut like a mason
I got
The
Mud
Can't Never Loose I'm Covered By The
Blood
NFXN Man We Are The Squad and We Got The Sauce
I don't really care what people say
They don't really
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
free
Really been heartless my nigga departed and sometimes I feel like he livin through me
Now I be grindin cause I know that people gon hate but nobody
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
dollars
I guess I need change
I'm losin my traction
Caused by distraction
These women be feelin
The way that I'm killin
She flow like a river
I need a new
fight back
Even against the police, the people is ready to strike back, like that
Leavin' us dead in the streets, the people are heated, strike match,
Cause you got nothing on me
I'm a pitbull y'all are palmys
When you need a walk
Your owner likes to call me
You got a lot of dirty laundry
I don't wash up
Hi, I'm Chuckie
Wanna play?
I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Verse one: bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't shit
That's why I murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't
it out
I can rap however I want
It's whatever be coming to tongue or mouth
Y'all be rapping like you are so drunk
With your tongue coming out of your
does not offend me
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me (ohh, ohh, ohh)
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with
does not offend me
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me (ohh, ohh, ohh)
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with
that I'll make all these bitches frown
Too legit she been the shit you know that all that dookie brown
I feel like they Ray Charles swear that they can't
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