Lyrics:
final thoughts
As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Do Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your
So take your places and listen to the rhymin as
I like display a new style that just may
Leave suckers runnin for the door in total dismay
Yeah, by
quicker then punts
Im sick of you punks
Cock it back now Im upset
Yo' niggas next
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect
Creepin like insects
speak about pain but keep Christ at the center
When writing my letters, with rhymes that are clever
HOOK- Scratches by DJ cverage Joe “When I write my
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what chorus you want me to do?
You-you said you want me to do a chorus
Which one? On which song?
Uh huh, Dear Dilla,
no rappers for hire
So I keep my 9 to 5 and we coordinated like choirs
Speak the truth when I lay my vocals in a booth session
No second guessing I'mma
go home, go to bed and sleep tight
Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar
speak
Keep the heat at full peak My grammar
With stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
And crack the back of that DJ
I'm strappin'
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm
I can tell by the way that you peepin me
That you having some thoughts about freakin me
But if you walk up and just speak to me
And tell me what you
did it for you
Holla back
Yo before we rapped about sound scan and radio play
All I needed was a mic a DJ and I was straight
Okay you do the beatbox
comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here, now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now, you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by the motherfuckin' sting ray
Noone gonna notice, cuz it's a Coincidence that you ain't shit
What happened? Nothing, I saw Edub and just tripped
Gotti Style, "sir, do you see
Dremon - Made it here
Written by D.Haywood & Prod. By Khaki Sol
Yah
Let me check my watch
Let me make it clear
A ni**a did too much but I made
[ The E (& DJ Boss) ]
Hey yo Boss
(Yo, what's up?)
OG Style in effect
(For the nineties, baby)
Yo, a lotta those groups out there think that
Yeah)
Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima
swear Ima shine
Yo I'm frustrated as fuck
Cuz I'm down on my luck
And I put on the radio hearing
Rappers that suck, yea
Walking around like they Tut
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin'
speakin' Spanish
No comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by
like a black mink coat
Hug your neck like a fat gold rope
Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm ya ears
Like mink earmuffs
So Eric show em how
Alicia Keyes
"Canibus why don't you speak to me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
That's why I said it so
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
DJ Khaled, bitch the major key
Do shit I wanna I do shit obscene
We ending yo' game just like a laser beam
Feel like I'm Rocky I feel like I'm Creed
I
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