Lyrics:
[Threat]
Who is this at my do'?
It's the three pigs with a two-by-fo'
They must be lookin for John Doe
Well anyway, motherfucker here I go
So catch
didn't matter to you
But now you're all into the way you look
Your iPhone ringing off the hook
And my new ring tone
Is the theme of the wicked witch
off the hook
And my new ring tone
Is the theme of the wicked witch
I liked you better before you knew me
You didn't smoke cigarettes, you didn't drink
Calvin you next? (Nah nah)
Midget? Rascal? (No, no no)
It's mine? On mine? I'm gon' tell a story man
Aight aight, it's like this..
[Ahmad]
Well
[Necro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we present torture and sodomy
Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill
Relax n smoke your crills
I'll make your
the fucking haters hate it
Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain't
Directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not 40 Acres And A Mule
The script I just wrote is bout the lone wolf
Grip on the globe so young he wouldn't budge
Or bluff, all trust symbolized by ties cut
He provide
believe in myself I know I'm going to make it
State it take trips places face it embrace it talents can't be wasted
Two by two of thirty-two's the hook came
and the fasting
Drug your love
So this is what it's grown into
It flowers, then it wraps around you
Eyes of Adam, teeth of Eve
It's natural in this
focus on my purpose believe me I been tapped in
I’m motivated by the hatred
You can take the same path and you still wouldn’t make it
My path of divine
gon', we gon' fuck em up
Got the44 next to me, squeeze the trigger
Make 'em bleed mGP, my kidneys leak
Gon' pop this flat and watch it peak
Rollin'
Local star for my vocal art
Stages smoke and charred
Disregard, got me broken heart
Eatin' golden arch throw a dart
Hope my phone is charged
Before I'm
Workin a job
No nine to five
Fam asking why
Why I stay high
Same reason I
Don't tell no lie
I'm the truth
But truth is
I been fed up
Homie pour another
the lesson
Everything raw no edit
Give her six kids like MJ
I'm trying to go for the 7th
Niggas screaming overtime
I tell em is my time
Nigga don't doubt me
I
right hook like Kareem
And that's why I be workin music man this my dream
Still I gotta stay true
Move in silence how I do
Play the cards that I was dealt
shoes, or to bare bad news or to just pay gas
I reflect
See what is and what was
You charge in this life, while I'm making these puddles
I want you to know
of flunkies when you by yoself
You don't seem as live stunning in a hater face gotta show em what it feel like
Neo lived in the matrix but my nigga this real
( See what we going to finish we gonna to stick to this game plan of ours ,
Fuck we look like losing out ,
I hear em sending shots but them shits
pedestrians sweat
Cause they catch whiplash when they turn they neck
With a multi disc changer, plus casette
This is for them low riders that burn the strip
[Hook]
Come an lay with me
You should treat yourself
Stop gambling over here
You can't beat yourself
Oooouuuuuu
Its how I need you feeling
[Hook]
Come an lay with me
You should treat yourself
Stop gambling over here
You can't beat yourself
Oooouuuuuu
Its how I need you feeling
fuck with no pigs
Let a ni**a play, put a hole in his liver
Hell nah I ain't put a hook on this
Pull up on your block, I don't know about a diss Block
'cause someone wasn't there
And show 'em how to eat
So they learn from the streets
Nice little kid switched, turned to a beast
This is the reflection
back
Turn modern hook on and export the track
Bandlab never miss with the punchy rap
Thank you Bandlab for the auto tune
Sorry for what I said back in
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