Lyrics:
Bullets Batista, the truck it gon flip
She gotta garage, but can my TrukFit
Glick gotta will, man this flick is a smith
Niggas gon switch up like
tip top is the bottom of genius
Looking at hip-hop, I get pissed off 'cause I wanna be DMX, even a remix
And I mean this
'Cause what do I write about,
call the shots when there’s shots to call, and
I can make her switch like Will Smith, I could make us dip like real quick
I could make us switch like
it
Get started, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new
hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)
Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith
As we search for black people and white people
Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing
John, henry, the robot, dr. smith, and will Robinson
Woah I will
I will I will I will I will
If I said I will
Every second every minute passing by me I cannot chill
Straight up
Feel threatened my voice
I'm down to kick it take a sample flip it
Gifted Youngstaz switch it now we got a remix kitchen
Change the beat change your mind like I'm Zecharia
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
about
What you think that life is all about
Being a ICON like Jaden woah
It's LIT, hyped on faded no
Gettin' jiggy ladies X-Rated no
Will Smith doesn't
the mic to rock and rock harder
Will Smith, I am legend and by far the
Greatest nigga to walk through Suffolk since my father
I need reparations
I’m from the 7
Use to trap in bred 11s
If you not gang get to stepping
Love smith westen
I’m a king these niggas peasants
In the clouds I’m smoking
As we search for black people and white people
Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing
John, henry, the robot, dr. smith, and will Robinson
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him
the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him
rapper that you think hot now
Serial killer. Do you think I should stop now
Or switch to R&B? Or go pop now
Or pull a ugly bitch out and shut a block down
with the thoughts to rhyme
'Til there was no longer thoughts to dream
When an unpolished demo led to limos at the age of eighteen
Accompanied by
imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (nope)
'round here and you ain't gonna lay down rules down here
So warring me? You best look R&B
Instead of telling lies on me
'Cause I know you, and better
side for defense homie
Will you ever believe in me
It's a whole lot of people that depend on me
I keep the peace by my side for defense on me
Never burn
cope
Still people keep hating
They constantly saying that "He
Will not make it" i hope that he prayin'
My wishes been payin'
So please do not weigh-in
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