Lyrics:
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
Intro:
Oh oh (oh) pass that spliff bwoy.
Starange Wondah:
Yes yeas y'all O.C.C. be double O be the best y'all
E-Swift be always representing for
That's right y'all, the K double-O L, K-E-I-T-H (South Bronx)
I'm in here, I'm a let you know (I started rappin')
I can tell you can't rap, look
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
run it double time
P.E. with Kolb run it double time
Classes with the goats run it double time
What I loved the most run it double time
Now it's
B-R
Double E Z-Y
Lil hoe too green
Like key lime pie
Put a target on ya face
I know where to shoot my shot
Put a bullet in ya face
It go straight up
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
to keep going
Walk by faith, believe in these omens
G R E A T N E double S, yes
Yes, we are witnessing the lion to the goats they call the vets
And Ima
double of nothing
Come along and just hold, and let us drink for the gold
You are just full of passion but determined by action
It's the basis of war, you
on deck but in God we trust
And can't none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
These pullas are
the limits till I break
No point in playing the victim
We both know what we could lose
Chips are down as the stakes run higher
Twice the threat in a hot
with the base they pitch underhand
To make you understand, I’ll be coming up with another plan//
A digital manifestation of physical rubber bands
I thought thar you'd want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise!
H-E double T-O, might just see foes
And then bust that heat
And keep that on the D-low 'cause
I don't wanna sit in court
For twelve months on a spree
While I'm slayin' must explain, a sucker is the lame
Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin'
Cause with a partner like E Double don't come
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
right, that be dropping a bomb
I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run
And when you thought it was over, nigga it just begun
And when
the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And cant none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinking wisely
These pullas are
think of you run my mind
Heaven on earth, you an angel
And when we apart it be painful
Can I pause and press rewind
And take us back in time
and flash up your Uno light/ uh dedication ain’t for the weak/ I’m in a Jeep/ listening to Meek/ and D Double E/ if u wanna listen to KiKi Dapper/ ull have
what?
Fill another double in the cup
like what?
From the back to the middle to the front
Like what?
Everybody want a piece of the cut
Boy you better fix
you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son Ice motherfucking Cube.
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I
you choose to not take key, then continue to be dead
I'll be your mental casket
I'm a prime factor, with a game to miss in
Perfecting my aim, just in
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
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