Lyrics:
there look like he ready to sleep
God damn!
Somebody get him home in one piece
Ay, Claudia, how you holdin' up girl?
That last song had you busy, huh
Well
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come wit
damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even
your mind do gymnastics like a cartwheel
The greatest like a Tarheel
I'm coming from the heart still
I'm coming from the heart still
Uh
What does
Yo, what are you doin'?
You should be out there
Makin' that new music
The Crypt I know will never go
As long as you did
Without droppin' that new
Ewing
Blunts and hat tricks fuck your theatrics
I'm naturally disastrous, you out here talking practice
Okay, step up and get your ass kicked
Arenas in
homies some love, they buying your shit (callin' my name)
Come on now, ah come on now
It don't stop
(Callin' my name)
It don't stop
What they want
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want,
stalker
I'm the image of the man they call the J.D. Walker
If you're gonna be my girl, just come along
And just clap your hands to my funky song
I don't
call the J.D. walker
If you're gonna be my girl, just come along
And just clap your hands to my funky song
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
top
But niggas out front makin' guns go pop
So the spot gets shut but on to the next
'Cause your ears get vexed when they don't get the fix 'cause
and set to you
Tim Perezidue
The Best u ever blew
Cash in hand I'm checkin dude
I done said what I said to you
Gotta get what the Perez's due
We do what
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
you're gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug and them thugs mean mug ya
Come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I shoulda
immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid
what you gotta say? I love
Criticism from fuckin' critics
Once I really get to rappin'
I really hear fuckin' crickets
Ever since I started rappin' I'm
and here we go
The bass drum dancin' through to get dumb
Girls on my tip doin' flips because I'm well hung
Never been a fan of yours, vapors say my game's
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
to totin' guns
If I wanna fuck your bitch I do all that shit just for fun
And if you feel some type of way come meet me right where I be from
It's Pxrra
I’ma be
Anything but another white wanna-be
Wanna see?
What it's gonna take for me to go from rags to hot sauna skeets
From a kid doin’ drugs,
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