Lyrics:
who-who the fuck you be bitch you know me
I'm sum'n like a pimp(x2)
(Paul Wall:)
(Making em bop)
I'm sitting down in pimp mode
My trunk bump like a lymph
cursive style
Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names
So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim
Pressure to pian, are you able
Stealing life from plebeians who demonized me
Deerskin bandanas, lead shooter, 10 gallon hat
Bed's Butch, I'm the kid who makes the suns dance
Mustangs buck
Chorus: (repeat x2)
Somehow, Someway
We be comin up wit funky fly shit
Like Every single day
[Prince Poetry]
Check it
Intelligent wordz, iz colaz
[Sample:]
Love is as well gone
As sunny sunny days
[Hook x2: Game]
Yeah I'm addicted to slugs
I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat
Jersey, chips for attorney's
Commissary for niggaz that's in the pen thirsty
A big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirlies
It's Ice, from Shaolin
a little ache that's all
stomach that's frozen in a sigh was she more than a test-drive doll
orange shirts could make her go blind
he caught her by
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
rush mic's
Disarmed for that gold-piece charm
Red alert, we all alarmed, ready for combat
No contact, counting backwards ten-to-one
Now let me launch
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
Foul cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head, leaded up
Call the coroners to make
I could chant-a-rhyme
I'm I'm I'm
Energy was always there
and it will be always there
And we the people will become energized
By one source
I’m on a yachty I call it lil boat
Got a long pole with a infrared scope
Early in trap got a call flip a bow
Stand 10 toes get the bag all I know
Snake
The unsuspecting
Wander by my den
Stricken by my venom
Paralyzed in ten
Soon you will be immobile
Ignorance won't be ignored
Tongue spitting out my true reprisal
Luther
I had a dream
woke up like Malcom X hustle by any means
I'm feeling fresher then some Listerine
Piffy is the team
White chalk line his body
Yellow
featuring Mia X Skandolous Steph
Verse 1 (Skandalous)
Motherfuckers they want to test me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck
To see ya weakness till they fall beside ya
Walkin' by ya' weakness
I never like to talk but
Observin' what i can't reach
Till' ya talk and you losin'
All
They talk so much, but damn they crushed
Me and Wido on your block, came with a Glock
Taking his ass
Ten racks, and I'll never go back
Hunnid', hunnid',
BAM BAM
Hey ( 7x)
Rustyk , Rxza tell dem , fire burn
(fire)
Hook:
Bam Bam, Bam till they fall
Rustyk and Rxza we are go
match the place up
Bam
hoe again
Naw packing for success, if she's a 9 I want a 10 man
Fuck a 9 to 5 rather plant seeds with my friends
Can't wait to see the harvest of our
to Skyline Drive
Pull up 10 deep rocking 10deep
A list of dead MC's on a spreadsheet
Criticized by internet geeks without wet feet
I just speak infrared heat
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