Lyrics:
jerk, Niggaz straight kill me
knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so
many Niggaz can vouch
nobody knows about like a lemur
That might wild the fuck out, and kick you in the femur
Your girl said she a dreamer
I told her the closest she gon' get
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
tucked then it's out now
T.I. made them suckas +Bring it Out+ now
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it!
Man, now engine engine, number 9
You
Kicks, snares, change the beat game
Cali like Big said and Big did
I hope nobody got offended what I said
You wanna act crazy, I aim for your head
Do
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr.
borrow a billion
Mediterranean by a village (woo)
I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (woo)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch,
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
the dance, do the d-) (yeah, check it out, yeah, now)
The grind never stops, like I'm running from the cops
It's hard to stay humble when you're force-fed
on stage
All the speakers get blown out when this played
I drop 2 albums in one year and got no praise
I saw the same thing happen to YE
I made a hit
and then some
Like Trina, you dig
I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid
Knowin that she used the baby to use me
Took him out my life, mentally
spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin'
none with this smasher grand master counterattacking you faster with a katana I’m a slasher street fighter with a blackbelt my crane kick you felt dealt
thick queen
Niggas hating, I'm just watchin' on the big screen
3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean
When 16 ain't enough, you know how sometimes you
go through
What I go through where every other day
Some motherfucker think they know you
Come here nigga let me show you
That money don't change
dumber?
Y'all gonna have to recover
When I pull you out of your slumber
Got consumed by being impressive
Ex girl said I was obsessive
Pardon me for being
They just tryna kick it
Sekumnandi ang'salambi
Now you tryna visit
Tired of people acting like I won a lotto ticket
I'm still gon' get it by any means
'Cause I did the album with Crypt, not you
They ain't realize everything that I knew
I'm known by many, but respected by few
And I know nobody has handed
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
"Find out which species of rodent is the most flammable"
OK
"Let's see what fun crafts we can make using only a chainsaw
And Regis Philbin"
Yeah!
So how
only a bill
(Yo yo yo, La, chill
The Nature wanna hear some of that
Up-to date, New Swing stuff)
Aight, I got you, here we go one more time
(Kick it)
We miss you, a'yo Kato
A'yo K', let me kick it with you for a minute
There was things left unsaid, dog, we wasn't finished
Never got to say thank
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