Lyrics:
scoping the chicks
Looking for a bird that's sick
And is gonna sit in my whip
Now we kickin' it and I turn to say
'Yo girl, I don't play', like rap caviar
bitch though
Right
Used to model out in Vegas
Right
She a city girl freak hoe
Right
I'm here to have a good time
Get lit with my people
Right
She got
or in the back of the VIP
Whip cream with cherries, n strawberries on top
Lick it don't stop
With the doe lock
Don't knock
While the boat rock
We go bots
My bitch like Whitney Houston
I just fucked her in a bath tub
Feeling like Deshaun
Made your ho give me a back rub
Bitch Ima a geek monster
Ain't
appealin, dough stacked to the ceiling
Ohhh, imagine rap attack is coming
'Cause my sayin something, I rot like Charles Dutton
E-dub be the best thing
head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is Mary
Talked about sex
the stuntin' race, top-notch paint
drip drop, flip flop, strap witta glock
[Skinhead Rob]
Live everyday like it's my last one, maybe it is
aint no morrows in my
like no deeper underlying shit
At a live performance
I performed this shit in my bedroom
So this shit's personal when
I'm just in my room dancin'
Alone
dead I'm
Just showing y'all after I
Kill a Dot I got it in for Red (InfaRed)
And if Roc owe me a
Rock that'll get you killed
So you better have my cake
Rock wit me lean wit me
When this night is over she gone Leave with me
You by my side
Make a king better
When that bed be full
She gone dream better
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
all-black[01:39.85]I'm sending out death certificates, put it in my job description[01:43.39]Rhymes like a young Charles Bronson[01:45.94]With the imagination of a younger
wasn't fly
Others claim to be fresh
But they're not KRS
I cannot walk around the street with my head in the clouds
Either runnin' on my gear or havin'
watch 'em in them hoods
I always thought living life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (be me)
So instead, I played my bed
My
like I'm Gunna in this gown but it ain't pucci
I'm my only competition baby
Can't no bitch out do me
He gone treat me like a lady
In the bed he gone
in the womb
Banging on the belly trying to rock the room
I was born with a mic in my hand (say it again)
I was born with a mic in my hand (playing
lean lean
Tell em' I need two shots, by two o' clock
Plus that adds about two thousand, two drops
Pull up with my crew, sinara
ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
minded
Boy Scout been let out the cage
I'm on the loose
I'm in the Flatbush town
It's goin down
I still got my tre and my 4 pound
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
Gun shots is fatal, my bars is prenatal
I kill little niggas, up close, peel little niggas
We the hottest out, still, little niggas
I'm better in my
the Milky Way
My soft brown hair glowing in God's pure white light
Fantasies came true by the apple tree near the cross that stood right by
In the name
held up to his ear
A wooden cabinet door badly in need of oil for its hinge
The voice following it, closer and louder, accompanied by static not present
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
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