Lyrics:
don't need one
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Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
rabid
But he's bringin' back the hardcore
He made self-harm an art form
They call me Mad-Matt
The mad master of Matt rap is back
And I'm bringin'
with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best
him
Had to take out the dreads I'm not a rasta
I keep the 9 on me call me Kenneth Walker
Yo bitch a eater nigga she not a talker
How I go from 12
fine by me
Gotta give your phone up, you gotta show ID (XO)
There's not a lot of bitches that would stand by me (yeah)
So there's not a lot of bitches
and trampled by your heel
And eaten away by my own version of the real
Everything is my fault
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
The problems have
brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells
Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel
Versión de ""Call me"" de BLondie
the damn cops)
Dem a call us, dem a call us
The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by
press 1
To change your greeting-
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February 9th 12:31 am
Fuckin’ bitch ass
I fucking hate you
Go to hell
This bitch she calling me up
She
indistinct)
This is somethin that you need to hear
It's cool and capture
I feel like Blondie caught in the rapture
Rappers and those who try to offend me
From
rule, and how to multiply by twelve easy: just
Put down a
Zero. But me, I have to learn it the hard way.
Lemme see now:
One times 12 is twelve,
Sugarhill, Kurtis Blow, to Grandmaster Flash
Blondie, Stevie Wonder, Teena Marie
They even made a rapper out of me
In no time at all a star was born
And I
your calls, nobody
And sometimes, i fantasize
About what you and i could be if we could find our way to each other in this life
But i it's foolish of me
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
[Intro]
The Assassin…
[Chorus]
You know I break necks call me Jack Tatum,
I have no regrets while your life is fadin’,
I’m a krazy fuck equivalent
sleep
Cause the people upstairs are stompin their feet
It's not like they're startin a riot
"We'll call the cops, cause we want some quiet!"
There's no
4 am damn my mind runnin
7am damn my mind keep me up
9am damn I’m still fucked up
(She gon ride ya)
(She gon die ya)
I call my plug every week
Shawty
Alucard (Sung x2 For 8 Bar’s):
They call me 12, 12, 12,
They call me 12, 12 Gauge!
They call me 12, 12, 12,
They call me 12 Gauge bitch!
Verse 2: Alucard
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world was in for a smash
Sugarhill, Kurtis Blow, to Grandmaster Flash
Blondie, Stevie Wonder, Teena Marie
They even made a rapper out of me
In no time
sleep
Cause the people upstairs are stompin their feet
It's not like they're startin a riot
"We'll call the cops, cause we want some quiet!"
There's no
isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I
time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?
[12 O'Clock]
Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
Never get your weight off
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