Lyrics:
Booted up out my body
Fucking this bitch like she my shawty
3bands cop a brick and Ima bust down all this molly
If I tell you sonething don't you go
to grandpapa locked in solitude
This a fact that other rappers seem so fond to use
Fuck your animosity, I’m god to you
Gonna run up with your posse, fire a shot
This paper gone make me paper
If wavey give it the pen touch
This stage of wavey life take it day by day
And make it influx
This bag running out
by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
Shit hawks abound, in
mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo I'm eye of a tiger inside the head of a liar
Give 'em pure hell brimstone and fire
This is MC cannibalism by
ain't maybe to faint
Think I'll take my life another way
Still unashamed when I'm reaching the end of the day
This ain't a hobby
You can't stop me
You
to see me like they hero
Someone they can be inspired by coz he from zero
Trust me non of this is going to waste this is beauty and I'm on beast mode
enough to paint my name in the sky
Fuck this game
Get a little bit of chains and get by
Mindframe of a nigga out his brain doin' time
This is heroine,
This rap shit is simple
Its easy to me
Its like ABC
So I put my life on the line
Cuzz that’s how an alpha bet
Put some respect on the power
get ya name
Niggas couldn't hang, if we sufficent ease the pain
And brains blow, so I say fuck this
Let my nigga Rock bring the Ruck-us
Niggas talk
survival, liabale, to burn up every bible
'Cause ain't no fuckin wit my style, dial 1-800-fuck-it
'Cause I'm zoned up out my mind,
And based on the notion
that's the motto,
.life goals get the bag, bag a model,
SAD boy, newark ave, brown bag the bottle, fuck the
BROWN bag, take a fucking drag off the pot
who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like
happy that I`m rid of this fucked up life
Yeah, and now you see you can`t handle me
I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless Fucking Family.
[Eazy-E]
fucking pants
Show my dick with this dance
Swaying like hypnotrance
Posses you with my hands
Get me a cellphone I need to call doc
I'm wondering what's
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
to hang with a rock star, live a fast life and get high
We gon' come through, shut the block down, make 'em lay low like drive-bys
I don't fuck with them,
Eazy-Duz-It
So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it
Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker
You want some of this?
Then you're a stupid mothafucka!
Kickin'
ain't in it for the vanity
Trynna put some money in the hands of my family
Every mistake, every lesson life's handin' me
Made me who I am, this shit
In my head, man, I think how the first time that I'ma arrive
Pull up and park it and shift up from drive
Like this is my life, I step out and hop out
jump you're soft and try to punk
Cause I'ma hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke
brimstone and fire
This is MC cannibalism by connoisseur
From the lyrical lexicon matador of metaphor
Yo from the little voice in my conscience
I might
I've been sentenced to spit, 25 to life
I been tryna write, this dynamite
That I can brainstorm, drizzle or shower
I feel like I could spit for
I ain't takin no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they
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