Lyrics:
throw half of ya body up in the lake
Now it's time for me to break, fuck the jake
I make the street work for me
I do damage to the stage and the industry
Still lookin' for the supa booty
Rump, chaser, rump snatcha
Huh, get 'em on camera
Call me a jockey
'Cause I'm ridin them skirts and I talk real cocky
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Just like my Impala
My black card lookin like Shuri & T'Challa
Ya see this, black or white trash
When I send u home, tell em grandpa whooped my ass!
You can try to stop me i will end ya
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
Im a bad boy you better make it
Make it out fifty
Chopper city by position i
to the streets where they came from
Instead you birds
Let bums run straight through ya
You think that's power
I was raised by the gangsters papusas and God
royal blue is settin' off the white
On my candy, sho' ain't the average paint
You go to Ike tryin' to buy it he gon' tell ya, ya can't
Have my candy,
get it for you right Now
Hook:
I can tell you a freak
by the way you lookin at me
baby just make up your mind
(do you want me or nah?)
I can tell that
and take me for the man that you know I can be
You look past my past
No more secrets. I won't lie
Had a few I didn't think we could get by
This might
but don't know nothin' lookin' silly bro
Watch how u talk in my Ville
That gets u killed deal?
Nah I'm just playin' for real for real
But don't come up
Caught you out by the freak nik
If you wanna mess with me next
We could do this on the weekend
Heard you lookin' for some Gravy
Sounds like love in
window
while somethin invisibles screamin from a mossed shed
decapitated spirit fade if ya near it then appears
in ya backseat lookin for it's head
for the rest of your life
Gucci on my body wit a 30 by my right
She all on my body vvs's on my ice
Girl you just a thotty you just want me for my likes
Shawty if you always ready
You ain't gotta get ready
Just know that I'm comin for ya
I know you anticipating
By the way you lookin at me
Baby can I
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
and a brand new sound
What you want? ya niggas ain't ready for war
Cuz it take ten more, before i get raw
Hardcore, off the wall hip hop
Nonstop, settin up shop
should
Mamas lookin, so much snookin'
Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cookin'
Way before pay for this that I'm mouthin'
19 years
shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it
Ya ya
Ya ya
Dis that SC Muzik
Carolina Boy
Bout to show you what it do
Bout to show you what it do
Jay-Oh
Livin' day by day
I just want tomorrow
We
made it through every kind of season
Without any rhyme or reason, had to find a reason
Even now I'm lookin for another line to squeeze in
And yall
answer
As you breached, I chose not to speak up
Cause I was weak, by today's standards you be fired
I just play it like Ether in 02, bitch who shot ya
If
choose to cross it you're a nazi for the state
Your injustice will crush us, the precious the few
So you wanna be a killer for the red white and blue
bounce, roll to the skate ya rock
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
Come alive party people, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
Cause I always end up wanting to kiss ya
Wit yo bad ass lookin', bomb ass cookin'
Why would I ever wanna leave that pussy?
Don't be so pushy
I ain't no
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