Lyrics:
want to grab a female?
Put her knees into her chest and bite her ankles while she take it
I'm cracking up at your face 'cause you recognize the shit
the mic again, try to hand it back,
'Cause every rapper that comes, I cut off his thumbs,
Put a record to his neck, if he swallows it hums!
Slice from
the mic again, try to hand it back,
'Cause every rapper that comes, I cut off his thumbs,
Put a record to his neck, if he swallows it hums!
Slice from
the same
You been different
Coming all up out the way
For forgiveness
Setting the record for heartbreak
Call up Guinness
No way you can explain your
the same
You been different
Coming all up out the way
For forgiveness
Setting the record for heartbreak
Call up Guinness
No way you can explain your
gonna make it there by lunch
You ain't ever gon be like us
We are just not the same
Every record I drop is insane
And all of your records are lame
I know
by MDSF
We put it out before the rest
Introducing myself
Like ya never knew me
It's the MDSF
Man we're sorry for the wait
Banging speakers upstairs
Got
Ya'll Put ya'll L's up for Mrs.Lee
But Yeah.....
That’s my oldest son with the low fade
Quin...
And that’s my youngest son with them 4 J’s
Riqo....
I'm tryna be a staple, wanna sell out staples
Been putting all this work in quality I'm assuring
I am finally able to put my food on tables
It's why
uh-uh
Black Rob we are
Black Rob
[G-Dep]
Yo, yo
I put a finger in the air
For the hearing impaired
If you're hearin' this fear
Then your
Exit 6 LeRon
I did it all by myself, Just by myself
I ain't need no help Nahh I did it Ya'll yo-yo I did it y'all
I did it all by myself Just by
Dust it off, walk it out
I won't take your shit anymore
Stronger now than yesterday
It's all bad, don't be sad
I guess the shit getting old
No no
but what is on your mind
Say anything, but what is on your mind
I had this friend who never learned to share
He had a German Shepherd, closer than
threatening to understand or engage.
and I’d put good money on the assumption that you’ve never stepped inside a gallery, an exhibition or the sacred symbolic
Put a bag in your face
And I put you by the road like, "Look we're the same"
Here's a reminder that I still spit
Think I need to advise you to watch
to see me eat lead or
Put a little pill in my drink give me a resetter
I could do this all by myself but where the fun in that
I rather take a couple you
my lawyers got them it me,
Dotted all the I's and the T's can you cross them for me?
You can try and put your crosses on me,
I watch hate, I got
on the east
i'm the devil itself, finding a lost soul by myself
and i'll find you then rip you and put your head up in my shelf
Chorus :
Imma rappin'
It ain't by my own strength
It's your work alone
I feel him deep inside
Feel him deep inside
Still by my side
When I don't live right
When I don't live
work when you four times two
Or you wanna stop a big train on the move hmm
Your record broke twice, run
Am winning for life, run
Purple sipping puffing
Uh huh, come on
Smokin' up an l
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well
I'm on a highway to hell
Totally consumed
By an earie feelin'
I
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
thing While the record is spinnin'
Got
your fly-girly grinnin' MD is on the mike, ya know I'm only beginnin'
Rod's
fresh and fresh, you never
we're sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick
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