Lyrics:
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
down both
Smoking biscotti with biscotti
Three bad bitches taking shots off they body
Grab her by the throat pouring shots of Bacardi
This shit get lit
Hello, what's wrong?
Ah nothing, no, it's stupid
You wouldn't really-
Nah you're good man, go ahead
It's just that, Blue-eyed people get all
I'm feeling lucky bitch
Fuck it three more times like eagle on my D Jack Shit
It's dog fight if you stepping bring that pressure shit
Ima Duel threat I
(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)
Life
(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)
Life
think it fell by your gate
Well it's not in my van, so I checked my jeep
Limited edition 4x4 with leather seats
Looked in the ashtray and only found
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
want to be down with my business, we meet up
Schemin' like a demon on the couch with your feet up
Playin' like a summer may stain by far
Got mad I had
When you see a nigga cruise through
Niggas try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
Mother fucker want to take my style
Cause niggas
Afficianado, cigars and Henny bottles
Frijole corazon gatos with hot glocks though
Twist you like a braid, canary glaze that's made
Baguettes don't shine
Patty but I don't need them to shine
Your bars are weak i'm iron man the crk reactor powers mine
I do whats right Coach Carter try to block me like
a match
Take it back, like the Sega
I'm breakin' backs
I make raps so amazing, you pay to jack
My team make tracks on the regular (Yeah)
Big Macs, so we
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
one shrivels and dies, three more multiply
They want you to see the truth in their gaze, an eye for a lie
Tech with no nine, no AR, no 15
No jewelry
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
(Lyte) Rain or shine, I'ma get mine without no delay
I keep 'em on reserve and take 'em off of the display
Treat him like a Doc',
the grease, burnin' candles in the teeth
Summoned by the killer who remembered the names of each
Southside cop killer queens
Circle the vehicle and squeeze
like (Chaka?) fuckin Chewbacca
Connect the dots, murder by design
Shit on your intellect, and fertilize your mind (mind)
Pull out the gauge and we can
of Jericho
He is able to do more nana abi you know
Nyame mu y3de jack meny3 slow
Got enough blessings no more for the lotto
Afi sesei na waye wo dondo you
for certain when ya in paradise
This a world a wonder so i often wonder
If I follow my way perhaps i'll be a 3 star hunter
Drum roll You Stumbled
it
I'm back with a vengeance
Fix up look sharp for the entrance
If I ain't on seven by three five I'm out
I ain't fucking with a pension
I just
See we don’t politic with imbeciles we congregate with criminals and keep some killer hoes and keep the toaster by my genitals for when the shit goes
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