Lyrics:
back with a vengeance
And back to back Benzes, back to back winnin'
Rap failed, oh well, gimme back my scale and a burn out cell, I'll grow clientele
five dollars on this honey pack
Man if it don't work then they gon have to give me my money back
Come to think about it man I don't even know how to use
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
like lumber
If hun wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin' coins
Pasttime readin' books by my man
intro - chris wright
I’m the one
Used to flip my bullies off, drop my shit and run
Now i put these fists up, i take them as they come
Try to keep
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
a sauna
Gonna (gonna) take my time (my time)
To raise my (Hey Young World)
Inspired by Rick and Vance Wright
Trying not to boogie with the devil take my
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
I had the whole city on my whole city on my, whoa, whoa
Trapdoor shit, where I'm from, we hopped on shit
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Yo, my offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit
In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object
Weavin'
Wright
'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade
With a 9800 Module back in the day
They say it takes 5000 to educate, 30,000
the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin' in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga, what my dope goin fo', sixty-two, c'mon, a gram
By man, my
a shovel
Man I'm calling plays but I run a no huddle
My play do the talkin', no need for rebuttal
My girl got the blues like her name Betty Rubble
Man i'm
Do it bit by bit
And I had said I’m a great
This is just fate, can you relate?
Nah, and at the end of the day
Gimme my bread and cut me the cake
Cut me
blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty
Man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, cause I'm more like a hybrid
Crucify me, amen
Brutalize me again
The weight of the world rests on my shoulder
Day by day, only getting older
Perfect timing, I guess
Let's
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
out but she no care
F it up yeah
Where ya man If he not here
Back it up here
Like oh my gosh
Bop bop bop (Bopper)
Bop bop bop (Issa bop yo)
Bop bop
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
directions
Aye dawg you know where bone stay?
(Man) Next house
Thanks playa (gunshot) Smith & Wesson
I don't give a fuck got my hand on the pump
Get buck
more anitiative for my chicken
And she call me erey minute cuz she
Wants for me ta hit it gimme a god damned
Me got your bitch - she smokin on sameleon
ah!
I'm Stabbing Maria
I'm back with the ether
I'm blasting my speakers
Snap, clap, whap, beat up
I'm passing the reefer
I'm basking in weed air
I'm
what you weight gimme mo'?
Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold
I'ma hit you in the back wit' hot callico
If not then my rock, it I can hardly
how phony you act (bruh)
Man, get yo ass up and sit in the back
I'm driving this shit and I'm strapped tight (strapped tight)
And stopped asking myself
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