Lyrics:
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
Uh, sixteen I bought a strap (no bap)
Seventeen too many guns, by eighteen I caught a case (facts)
In here
hit, fuck you thought'
Bum bitch smokin' that Newport
Hoe keep talkin' 'bout 'fuck me"
Man, fuck that bitch
Hoe told you she ain't fuck me'
Man, I
bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by
jump bail Join the army, if you failed
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girl by
gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theater
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
And watch
a mountain by the peak
Now that i can touch the bottom of the sea
Stuck in my prime, full time heavyweight
Three or four hotties chillin poolside anyway
Me
the hate, y'all are hustling backwards
This goes for anybody and any bum-ass rapper, pussy
Now, you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
worth 20 racks
When he sold you that did he have a gun?
Broke nigga, go on have a seat
I just made 30 racks this week
Rollin woods out of half a P
Balling
of lies and I ain't got the time
I'm only twenty-five with twenty-five to go
Niggas say they fire but I know they blowin' smoke (uh)
Careful who you call
holy..
I'm a drrty rokka!
A straight way-rokka!
I am scum, I'm a bum, I'm a white trash - motherfukker!
I'm a drrty rokka!
Your men's cokk blokker!
bother me, sort of heartened me
My niggas by the car with me, screwing 'round with authority
Bum rushed our way in the door, wage of a war
Waving
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
they'd always laugh, "we just let twenty go!"
The government, they promised me a measly little sum
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Ayy
Ayy
(Hit-boy)
Still that bitch with all the guys, like Janet and The Jackson 5 (beat it)
Told 'em, I'll be rich by
under me, y'all sus
That's a flag on the play, you out of bounds, out of place
I can tell you mad by your face
'Posed to be my mans, why you hate?
See
seventeen doin' twenty, said it ain't so bad (nah)
Nah, homie, why your face look mad? (I'm good, big bro)
I'll be home by the time I'm thirty-five, just
Watch It all fade to black
Mfker think that you are me
Get blown by your mothers like bombs in the army
I'm up in you hood like a dude at a car meet
I
and Screwface one on one
I drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my guns
Enforce ones, up north in the Ac, throw a strap
I got niggas down south, holdin nines
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
a dumb nigga
Playing with my name have fun Nigga
Bum nigga
U ain't the only one wit a drum nigga
Bleed the hoe for my doe o yes I need em
Brake her
Marshall Law
And I ain't got no scars from afar
The best rapper of the 20th Century so far
That's not me it's Eminem by far
I knew this would come
On over watch run for the money
As youngins talking about our dreams
Till I switched my ways and the theme
Changed stay safe shit gets wicked
Stand by imma
a dummy 20 for the gram
Told em I need 3 for the zip
22 and it aim from the hip
Told lil baby I am too lazy
Purple drank shit leave me hazy
On the beat
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