Lyrics:
up, 'cause I got some ends
but game recognize game ain't no need to pretend
used to kick it at the shack on Delta the shelter
niggaz walkin by the spot
deceive
That's a fact!
You don't know my story and I don't know yours either
You better read!
Crazy how friendship can turn to grievance
I'm cautious
Got
the pioneers
Like dem bars I got that iron here
Purposed filled verses spill, sick
Dispersed from His perfect will
Intertwined with boom bap
Designed to consume
a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson
Dr. Doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a fucking
Bomb
I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs
Let me make
the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point
And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by
I don't care, G-Unit's going
Commonly worn torn by the image that has rested on me
Yeah I was tested to be an unordinary mc c see
G your bass box is booming homie its all coz of me
Dis
these naaiers see my big billboard up in NYC
Don't you wish your boyfriend was zef like me
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, suckers love to hate us
But I
niggas who front, spell it backwards, war
[chorus]
[king just]
Hey good lookin, what you got cookin
Pack your nerve quick, i have this in the street
and the caller of your doom
And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all, rhythm rhyme and rock
Then you'll
dropper
And if she don't drop her (Drop her)
Always the proper words
Blast MCs soon as they pop up yeah
(Boom boom boom)
I'm with my dawgs driving
he can get 'em their p"
But he's gotta hit road, so he needs a couple weeks
Look, you got five days, keep thinking I'm joking
You and your mum, 6
commas
And they still in they pajamas
Got the boom Bap A+ like honors
They skipped some classes
Barely got diplomas
Starting to see what I am promised
heavy for these angels
MC's are cannibals and I'm on the menu
Bust out the belly and I'm ready to continue
Send you to the cleaners, move up ahead, son
And you should not interrupt, I don't need your opinion
Didn't have much to start off, worked with what I was given
Got this far by working hard, work a bit
And nowadays students copying my homework
But I told those mcs go study and write your own verse
Student of the game
I'm just a student of the game huh?
But
nothing ever gets stuck
Translate that, it means I'm with the shit
I never miss, I'm your wife's boyfriend
Up in her butt like a bidet
Aye, Yea, OK, Yea
One, two, funk igniter plus
(Yeah)
Comin' at ya at thirty degrees, Fahrenheit
(Ha, ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin' ready
To get busy
the spot blown, boom, Oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch
(Number One
Competition is none) --> Rakim
[ VERSE 1: Ju-Ju ]
Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I proceed to blow your
boyfriend name is Jimbo (Fuck outta here)
We don't play Nintendo (No no)
I shoot you out yo' Timbos (Boom boom)
Mary, Joseph's, Jesus
I got demons in my
2Hard got 'em mad"
Probably cuz in your bitch I splish, splash
Before she see me, get a wax
Boyfriend cop from me, he get taxed
Lost 'bout 15 on Baccarat
DJ's and your dancer
Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum
Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom
Again now they got front, I
(haha)
Talking all that shit but she can't see me with her blind ass (pussy hoe)
Her boyfriend in my DM's saying, "Ooh, I need your fine ass" (hey, haha)
It looks like rain, so I'm wettin
Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin
No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down
Nigga
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