Lyrics:
[Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)]
This is a federal food fight
(You better know it!)
That means we're callin out all you kooks and crooks
(What?! We're
play toy guns y'all just capping
When i kick this shit all of time is fractured
Beyond comparison I'm the one you imagine
Stuck in the madness
Watch when
it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers,
Flipmode Squad
This is Rah Digga of the Flipmode squad
And I'd like to take this time to say
Peace to all my bitches across the globe
Listenin'
you'll get with this for this is where it's at
Here they come.
Who's the black sheep? What's the black sheep?
Don't know who I am or when I'm comin' so
to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big
they
Lip popped by Fatso
Bum, feel the sting linger
Wrote this humdinger with a
Dislocated bling finger
Still king of the hill, it's the DOOM-Hour
When
the business, Cex is the realest
I'll even tell you when I'm wackin', on this track I is
I made you wait a minute, but I don't drop nothin' unfinished
All my
How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch?
You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I
the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-be the deep rooter
Rolling with my Wannabattle cats with
Blige
When it's poppin' like this, you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard
My squad is hard, with players,
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this
Me and my mans is bout to spit some hot shit
Yeah, one two
Bout to spit that, hot shit
Huh whoo! Yeah
a vow, honey, it's a-
This is what real love looks like
This is what real love looks like
This is what real love looks like
Let me introduce you
It's white and black let's face facts
Cause you don't have what it takes to race this big cat
Wave 1 is dangerous just wait for the sequel
Lucky I
style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year (you're gone)
Fear this veneer, you gets none like virgins
Who that cat splurging instead of rehearsing?
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole commity like to puff l's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? my semi
make me a grill cheese
All this bread and cheddar, they gon sue me
All my opps is lying like they knew me
Drip so sick I'ma need that soup tea
Hit
of the nonsense
Shit is ridiculous and I refuse to let it get to this point
Where I'ma let you sit on my conscience
I'm gone, bitch (yeah)
I'm gone bitch
on cookie jar
Sitting By the oven waiting till the cookie soft
Chocolate chip is his favorite
& he never miss around
Cause I'll fuck around and save it
Hold on homie running with the opps gang
see it everyday so it's no surprise
Type of cat you are will be ya demise
By being greedy and playing both
ride around with a tech my heat on
All I want from you is the sex won’t lead on
Talking on the net he got killed for a caption
S five fifty five percent
mold in my room always look very gloom
My cat is incredibly fond of sleeping at any time
He wants me to steal this candy okay i think its fine
Going into
on your knees
You ain't gotta front girl
Yo who hotter than me?
Them other cats is cold
I'm like a hundred degrees
they wanna act bold
These suckers got it
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