Lyrics:
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway
Trippy nigga brought up in a gold mine
Still ain't been found fuck it I don't need a co sign yeah
Yo mind yo mind
If you listening hating you out
a opp
Ion even need a hitta
So you know what this about
Every time I lay my head
I think 'bout murder in my sleep
Thinking 'bout murdering this nigga
Up
say?
You wanna talk shit and run yo mouth?
Then aint handling the smoke see what them lungs about
Aint shit but a garden gnome post up in front yo house
bitches about me I'm knowing how niggas be
He don't think that I know about it boy you lucky I didn't leave yo ass hanging in a tree
Niggas know we bout
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway
(Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
shootin' nobody (Shootin' nobody)
They ain't talkin' about clothes
You know what I'm saying?
Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all (What kind of plan
thinking to herself like
I wish I was with that nigga
chorus:
If you at home lettin' her go out alone (lone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
and if she keep jockin'
About M-G-T, and G-see-see
'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
That
Ima wake up ima get to these millions
I aint worried about these minions
They tripping
How you feel about that
How you feel about that
Ima wake up
Ain't nobody fit to do shit important
People really don't give no fuck about nothing
Although they may smile and be cordial
Dealin' around with the wrong
your smile
And we went our separate ways, ain't no problems now
(You're so far away from me)
Cause one day we gon' still get down
Yo, this one is
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
they trunks, super? about six
Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips?
Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco
Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no
Yo Yo
the president
Yo you think you can take me for a victim
You think I rap way too fast
Now your thinking this grime ting
Ain't the in ting
But you know what? I hear
the royal playas don't hate an innervator...
TECH N9NE 2nd verse:
You gotta disease nigga, so please ease away from me's nigga, my feas ease be's about that
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
pocket and all the cash inside of it
I bet you probably thinking I was talking about my dick
Yo that's a fucked up thing to think I think that you should
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I'll have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you
Lately I been thinking about you
About all the times when I had you
Don't fall in love that's a bad move
Now look at yo shorty she ran through
She up
Bitch niggas want to know if its true
Yo tell these motherfuckers who they listening to
Verse 3 (Feddie Demarco)
This ain't no Feddie Wapp, nigga I'm
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