Lyrics:
disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions,
humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick, nigga
(Remix) Broward
I woke up in a new Bugatti
crush or crumble
I will never stumble
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to 'em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em
with LAX, since critics said it was average
I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and
Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
Spill
Everyone's a critic looking back up the river
Every boat is leaking in this town
Everybody is thinking they can all be delivered sitting in a box
The sign on my hustle says "don't knock"
The door's broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay me a visit
Misery
a shit on my critics some more
I am
I am
I am still gonna do, what he sent me to do
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way
That's
so fuck you if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them bitches to bill us
We the illest
Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker
forth wind that made critics rave
While Verdi turned 'round in his grave
Couldn't hear the flute
Or the big trombone
Ev'ry one was mute
Johnny stood
need to find us
Us killer and fighters, 'cause the critics n writers
Mixed up when they typed up our story
The wannabe warrior, that's for sure
baby don't stop (L)
And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop
Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday
And broke ass critics always got
And all their rebelious vows.
The critics, the cynics, who never understood it,
Where are they now?
And all the wondering and the stumbling
That goes
Cho
Sugar Minott
The critics dem a fight but mi know sey mi right
Play rub a dub till a broad daylight
Watch how di Uptown posse, an di
the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my
and roll critic
Sucking like a super star
Slicker than a shoe-shine
Quicker than a two-time
Eddie what a thang you are
Eddie makes a damn good livin',
diddy waddy doo)
Elvis Presley is the king
He's the giant of the day
Paved the way for the rock and roll stars
Yeah the critics kept a knockin'
But
feel you want to hide
You gotta laugh, don't let your critics ever upset you
Cause for a while the cynics will all be out to get you
You gotta be
diddy waddy doo)
Elvis Presley is the king
He's the giant of the day
Paved the way for the rock and roll stars
Yeah the critics kept a knockin'
But
make'em,make a rule I'll defy it
Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my words lies
I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives
But most do
Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,
To not go and be seen and just go and be me
And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it
Every CD, critics gave it a three
Then three
Nigga I been missing, nigga I been gone
The shit that you just witnessed is in, I bin on
And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it
Everybody can
you motherfuckers babysitted
I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (yeah)
Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions
I be
Cho
Sugar Minott
The critics dem a fight but mi know sey mi right
Play rub a dub till a broad daylight
Watch how di Uptown posse, an di
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