Lyrics:
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
from my own label
While you act rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags,
you want my body
Just try it, you'll like it
Come on boy and see
It's my body... my body
[Repeat Verse One x 2]
[Chorus]
[Lil' Bo Peep:]
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace
My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same time on
The outside I'm
pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it
'bout time I cut your mutha-fuckin water off
Stompin in my steel-toes, bailin wit my H.I. double L. west niggas
Puttin why'all to rest niggas
Bring
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so
his feet, his brains by his toes
I'm tryna turn up like the fuck is y'all on Can't talk about murder, stop hittin my phone
Tell the bitch that I'm
comfortable
Like his mind is stuck in drive
That mean there's no reversin'
Reverse the mind
See through his eyes
And he's a different person, and personally
Yo, as soon as that beat drop, yo, I be makin' my entrance
I be the straight up stompin' motherfucker, damage impendin
Knowin' the saint in
wicked
Thickness I stick it
I'm in the game to make my name fame like Wilson Pickett
Light that ass like Roy Jones when I be stompin'
Big up to all
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
made for hipsters, writing poetry on computers
Sitting in the Starbucks for all the world to see
I've got steel toes and heavy leather, I'm telling you
your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get Crown Vic'ed these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
A conference becomes conflict upon threat
And you can tell by my lyrical content
I'm no beginner, been a threat soon as I step in your set
Throwin' rights
into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet
cnd movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat
cnd then damn! Ya start
a three-five
Sell a halftime at halftime
It's halftime, halftime
Keep a lil steel by my belt line
FN leave you with an outline
And you'll only see me at halftime
and greens
c spilling parade moving sapphire and jade
In the cold winter night was bleeding white
cnd I was there at the end selling paper and pen
With my
my bail on
Tapped me up on the cell phone, it ain't far
Stomped in steel toes, I look out my ??? so back up off me
The K-I-double L-A T-A-why,
B**** n****s out in the streets suckin' dildos
My Relli, we stompin' hard in them steel toes
(Lunasicc):
N**** it's fam bam, recognize, this real
no actor, bitch; my life is worser than the movies
For real though, from steel toes to my uzi pushers
Impala S.S., Benz Beamer, to Lamborghinis
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