Lyrics:
running the riddim i’m running the game
I’m bunnin it down wid da heat from da flame
Foot to the floor when i swerve tru da lane
These people are dumb
I
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
If it's time to die yo are we ready
What gets me is the fast lane will drive you to hell faster then Andretti
I'll point you to Jesus if you let me
versions
I’m smart so don’t test my conversions
Stop tryna take my soul and have me not ascend
They want me so bad they finna spend
They saying Brandon we
a cheap spray can
So he sends out a message come and meet me tonight
We can party up the town ‘til the morning light
Hurricane Annie just feels so alone
what I mean like?)
(I don't do drugs, I do Jesus, you know what I mean like?)
Best if you don't test me, when you been this wrong
That'd be good for
Mpls funkin' house from east 2 west
Mpls funkin' (shut up)
Mpls - clinton listen, a on test
Mpls funkin' (shut up)
(funkin')
Other people's parties they
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
Now
Usually when a party is given, right
It's given by a promoter, right
And the promoter has his own people distributing fliers
And advertising
But never rock records, how ya like me now?
How ya like me now?
How ya like me now?
Now brothers are riding me like a pony
I'm no phony, I'm
meet a bad man like never in her history
Yuh cyaan deny that yuh miss me
If she ah go she return
Frisbee
See dem man there nuffi diss me, never
Dem know
never escape those nights haunted by times i was sellin' that crack
Think feds got me on tape prayin' they don't cos i let that slap
Left red sprayin'
(Intro)
In the words of Curtis blow.
Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh. Was born a funky drummer who had to pass a test. Now he's
Hello viewer
We are Sfork
Happy to meet you
This is a test of the sfork
Public broadcast systems
Sfork is my favorito musico in the
Whole wide
Bite the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face
Make way, (move), who are you to test me? (Huh, huh, huh)
I
the stairs
Sink your toes into the soft sand darling
C'mon meet me over here
I'll be hanging by the water
With a cold drink in my hand
Just waiting for
fight me
Stompin' him out if he test me
Why the fuck shawty gon' press me
Thinking that shawty gon' stress me
Huh, that's okay, I'm still done with this
rhymes and only rock crowds
But never rock records, how ya like me now?
How ya like me now?
Now brothers are riding me like a pony
I'm no phony,
Grab another character, here comes The Rappist
To the party has been added start the conjuring and casting
Settle more scores, transform the Dark Lord
to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fast
Try to test me, buck buck buck on that ass
I don't fake none
When I pull out I'm down to take one's life
I'm
about and next thing you know you are tossed
By a soul colder than frost
Behind the chest, not talkin' an iced out cross, no drip
Lookin' at this zombie
to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust
you wanna come and party, with a nigga like me
'Cause I get it
You're built like a Goddess
And it seems like you've been stressin'
'Specially when
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