Lyrics:
and my glizzy stay hard
Get to shooting at they uhh, get to shooting at they car
Shooting at you're car, this bitch a push a start
You're Nigga don't got
Hundred. Free Cheap. Free Homie.Free smoke Free smoke.
Free Smoke. Free TJ. Free beats by the DJ. Nothing free out of Eastbay. Running shoes on me each
partied man, motha fuckers throwin' up,
motha fuckers fightin' and shitÂ…DJ was whackÂ…
damn bout to party by myself man. Just sit back here and chill out,
soul, feeling like opera phantom
Unless you bring a friend, I will not do no romancing
Think they DJ Screw, they really tried to chop the flow
At least
funny
Bitch better have my money
i don't charge by the inch I charge by the foot
Pick up mine, bitch, here take a look
100% USDA Grade A beef
Here's my
[Kadi]
Aiyyo, check this out, right here is Kadi
The man with the yellow hat and uhh
This track right here is by the motherfuckin Beatnuts aight?
Spreading lies in my ears
Got me questioning my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit
baby, no need for someone lesser
My name ain’t Makaveli, girl, I don’t get around
The only thing I do is bump this new jack sound
Heh, I’m used to getting
pree the way I rolled cone
Switch it up cause they always try clone
[Just]
I'm on my own ring (yeah)
On my jack jones (yeah)
From young I was posted in
human beings
Who claim we were brainwashed
By hip hop music
But now pop culture propaganda's
How they use it
Crack 'em with the black jack
On a Necro
yo bring the wack on
I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10
While my DJ go wild, do a backspin'
Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four stairs
stab her with the crucifix
Even Satan is saying grace
When he sees my super Saiyan rage
Don't take me as a joke
When I do coke
And my pupils dilate
it happen
I hustle and flow tell DJ it’ll get dramatic
And anybody to disagree then
They don’t know nothin'
Cause five boys from the slum
Just wanna
friends and a bottle of Jack
By the end of the night there's no going back
I'm no cheater, but I like to win
I'll come with you
But I'll leave with your
and vexing
Me Cuz I engineered my illness like Medic
My H&K make this Machine vs Mann, man
They don't know I clap back
Put my cards up like gymnastics
Asshole By Nature
[Trae]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in
to the hood for the night
Bats on heels nigga straps gon kill
The cab no wheels jack told Jill
I don't like kinds and icons who pipe dimes and so on
Let by
BK representative Problemz
DJ Honda
"We don't play when it's time to slay"
"Kill the noise"
Check it yo
Bench pressin rappers be givin
LA, boy (wooh)
By now, he higher than Michel'le's voice (hehehehe)
I don't know what ya read man, but let's get dirty (yerrr)
If you know the drill,
fun
Cop some more weed then I'm callin my brother up
Askin do you think I've done enough
Nah, I don't ask a lot
Always gonna have people trying to jack
at your baby
Like troops and gats in Iraq do daily
So you can marginalize the way you portray me
But don't get Hollywood and try to play me
We could shoot
do-do jacks, I call you back 'cause what you do to rap
We'll diss you every time you kick styles that aren't your own
Next to being made up of ill
seen 'em at our shows
Little do they know
It's not me but the Ghost when I glow
God sees past the site traffic right to the soul
And how come there's so
song took a break for a minute
Now I’m back in my zone
And don’t nobody try to jack him
Cause he packin’ that chrome
In the club spending money
But I
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