Lyrics:
at y'all
I think y'all a better version
Of Death Row Records
And that's, that's with no disrespect
That's with all respect
(I felt the best, yeah)
Cause once
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
scared and fearful and don’t want to lose status in their society
If you put on your resume that you liked drugging people with Methaqualone in hotel
neck in a cast (whoa)
Yes, i"m the man with the skills to talk shit
And i'm back by the crew that none of y'all can get with
So back to the lab to fix
victory dance
Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummies
Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin dummy
Record a demo
the full version not just the Demo Whoooow
Eyy turning twenty four claiming that i know but i Really don't (Don't)
There's a Change in the globe (in
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
I'm whatever I'm doing, I hear in my head, you know, it's just ingrained in there, our version of it, which is a good sign.
- And it still got that ska
This is a public service announcement
Swaleh beats go crazy
Sponsored by Swaleh beats
And the good folks of On Too Something Records
The person who
I'm the full version, you the demo
Feelin' so phenom
Destroy you like venom
Schizophrenic armageddon
24/7 You can find me smokin' endo
Hot like
on the hexagon on Saturn from Jupiter
Rings of fire make the wheels turn, Lucifer
Cats be acting like demo-build versions
Do or die, you know the drill, sergeant
bunny bunny bunny,
Let me in.
Dance with me, survive the night,
It’s just a demo version, really
Build a body out of fright,
And fill it with some blood
better make sure that you're safe
I'm put hella bullets in your face
I been chasing this bread been chasing this batter
I'm flipping the cheese to make
bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need cash
I'm a customer, I
average
you been to the towers that’s us causing havoc
i could make an album full of demos
and call it a classic
drop it on your head and i wouldn’t be
the TV tells us, aim high nigga, make all goals lateral
But see that takes paper that we don't have so, niggaz put they souls up as collateral
Now, some
and try to attain whatever
Vibe it is that I want to put out on a record
So I think that I've achieved like
"27?" I don't give a fuck what
You think about
give a fuck about felons
Mean while I'm busting your melon
That's just my version of sucker repellant
This is reaper music, for when the AR's point
back got your friends all on instant replay
You say you married sewed your weave in, yo where's your ring at?
Interscope records got your demo
lingo
What you got to see? I need a little privacy
You don't even know of the shit that driving me
What you need from me? Someone to put your shit
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
a magnolia tree
A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
And before
your exaggerated version is
UNJUST whenever one
Is constantly attacked the instinct is
To restrain that person or defend yourself
To prevent escalation
and latched it (yo, yo)
"Dawg, Eon's wack now," how you think that?
Couldn't get on my record if you were shrink rap (can I get a rhyme?)
Desecrate a crate
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