Lyrics:
(yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust for tryna play with us (baow)
Keep the picture, catch 'em
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
a phone I use
I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools
fuel, ain't gonna move, and I betcha
A carpenter can't build his house without his tools, I bet you
If the shoes are too small they hurt your feet,
Dumb-be-dumb-dumb, be-dumb-be-dumb-dumb
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Love is a tune you hummy-hum-hum
By giving away, I think you'll learn
You'll get love in return
man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
inside the drum
Seen junkies shootin' up a needle in the cut when I was young
Had a tool on me no harm, I just knew to get me a drum
Popped one, can't
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
heart
Bopping down by the whirlpool
I met a girl she was god's tool
I said girl wouldn't you like to rock
But could it give me love
Give me little love
threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
a n**** reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the n**** leash
I was once told by my n**** Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
So they looking for me they don't know
I'm waiting on them
Right here, I'ma sit by the window
See they gonna have to get me
Yeah, they gonna have
Let me slow it down for 'em
(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
Duh-duh-duh
Skrrt, skrrt
Duh-duh-duh
Yeah, yeah
Dope sold, money fold, then
SK's moving mad uno
Yo, yo
Yo, yo
All of these tools on the opp block, watch it get poppin' like Mary
Big Rambo, tryna shave mans chest but I
up with little proof
Hopped off this stoop and cocked this duece
Adopted by the street life
Moms was juice and riches
Pops was tools he lifted, son
friends for my crib
On some literal fuck shit what up bitch
Day and night I pray that I could find the
Tools to face this life on my own
No, no, no, no, no
Rappers, beam em up, take their minds and broaden it
Set em back to Earth and watch the network
Multiply by mega-millions, you witness a burst
Of a new
you gigolo
Another hustle has been run
But now you oughta know
That this fool can no longer be swayed
By the tools of your trade
You gigolo
I'm just
heard
Neither hammer nor ax nor iron tool
Was heard in the house while being built
He’ll lay us all down one by one
And without a sound we shall be built
need to heed the call
Look all around you've been played for a fool
Soon your days will be sorrow and tears
Wake up you tools you've been used by
Get some damn cash
Call UNC, need a new
Spot, somewhere to crash at
I'm gone now, still by the zone
Now, finna get my thrown now
I smoke loud you
survive the liquor or the molly
How bro survive the liquor or the molly
Nigga you a pussy
You took my brother by surprise
Nigga you a bitch
You ain’t even
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