Lyrics:
don’t fake moves, I scrape crews
I make brothers break food just give me a
Beat with a bass groove
I’m mad funky ask the experts ‘cause I’ll
Make you bob
out
You won't get me cause the chain's like it's workin out
But E's - still wit the Roc-A-Fella gang hoe
Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella mayne
Top
I'm slapping ya crew
Love me a bitch who going invite her friend
Cause I perform better when it's like two
I make it wetter she like how I move
Deep in
Vying to be enlightened by iron minded barsmiths
I and my accomplice are drying eyes and we're targeting
Barless and heartless rivals tying lives to their
the ways of ending lives!
It's Spilsbury! Spilsbury! Introducing Bernard Spilsbury
So you say you want the perfect body?
Spilsbury
I've got every kind
the ways of ending lives!
It's Spilsbury! Spilsbury! Introducing Bernard Spilsbury
So you say you want the perfect body?
Spilsbury
I've got every kind
could go in a cage and
Fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with
Pimp C and Big Pun
This is
steel in your palm
you'll peel me, I'm top rank I got more lines than the Yanks
uni-form, carry on screamin on MC's
Running around together only bonded by
the 5, by King Sun with the Sword
(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)
(We got it goin on)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King
the twos
'cause I refuse to chill like EP
I prefer to get high live with the DP
You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle
Fuck you and your
on, ohhh, come on
Verse Two:
Many men wit mass appeal expand across the globe by the mills,
but still I picked you like a daffodil
cause you thrill me
VERSE 1:
I’m on my God shit little bitch
You could never stop me
Straight to the top
Ahead of the league
They all try to copy
But you ain’t
grill
Ya know what I'm saying?
Listen
By the age of aquarius
My mind state was gugarious
Various opponents whose stature was hilarious
Like you
Throwing
from wack souls as I smack hoes
Live concensive, or yes 'em, it's damage
That my sintex causes, is irrepreble
'cause vanity of my insanity force ya
1, 2, 3, to the 4
Romey McFly in the 9 5 1, though
You can feel me if I drive by once
And they can shade me, but I'm slighted by none, hoe
Yeah!
cause ya jaw bone to shatter
Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two
Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew
I got a vibe from
crew just like Scooby-Doo
These fake Ghost Faces go home before 22:00
In Europe that means that ten PM is the curfew
Two AM in Porto, I run into my boy
tried cause deep down I wanna live
Wanna get up to the top and say yeah mama I did
Yeah I did
Yeah I did that
Stacked up all of my racks
Now you can get
you're tying your shoe
Cash out on deals, I'm signed to who?
I came with a spill, they mop, I'm the truth
Live at the top, we slidin' in coupes
in more live action projects
Like Red Dead, don't know how we'll top that
You got to applaud for the crew we work with
So give it up for 'em, cuz they
on black, I RIP a hater
You can stand up, you can grab a chair
This going be the truth even if you dare
I will leave you square when you live on sphere
Make
cause ya jaw bone to shatter
Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two
Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew
I got a vibe from
rigged
The feeling you get when you see a shark’s fin as you swim
Is what it’s like when I grab mics
And like Mike, I win
I jeopardize jester’s lives, F
won't work
Step to the crew and your ass get burned
Play by the game my rules
Ima push up and they'll follow suit
Bad chicks got em in twos
Couple pink
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