Lyrics:
enemies die
We can murder by numbers, you do the math
Me plus a glock equals blasting your ass
Homicide and anybody snitch, they die
Subtract
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
fuck Pac? We'll never know
Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway
And both of them niggas dead and gone
But fuck that shit, Pap the new Biggie
What I payed
a beach
Brand New sand
She doing squats
Got a Brand New ass
Graduated
Got a Brand New class
In that bitch by myself
Y’all all rats
Like elf on the shelf
Got
of them Off-Whites
You need to bring your ass over here
If your nigga wanna fight, bitch, come outside
I'm off this Hennessy, too many shots
Don't give
on top their roofs
Hurricane Katrina
We should've called it Hurricane
(Georgia) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality
I'm
fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
'Cause we don't give a fuck,
south niggaz make the planet rock
MIDWEST, too much ass in one room
Rat-a-tat tat-a-tat tat-a-tat BOOM
Make dat ass hop, make dat ass hop
All da
her stop with all that shit
Just chill and go sit by ya pool that I'm gone buy for your new crib
I be balling on you niggas they should put me in
Gettin' drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
Cause ain't nothin' changed but the size of the bottles
We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
won't catch if I ain't pitching Niggas throwing bombs, they filled with vengeance
I ain't dying off no bullshit, I keep Harley on a mission
Harley ass
a nigga pump, you up
I come in that new thing, she threw up
Now your bitch ass gotta clean your shoe up
I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up
Business
a nigga pump, you up
I come in that new thing, she threw up
Now your bitch ass gotta clean your shoe up
I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up
Business
ask Christ!
And when I'm finished, ya ass'll be a Jehovah Witness
Or Richard Simmons, searchin' for a fuckin' fitness
I don't give a fuck if you
Ever since I was the new kid
I been a dog like Anubis
Don't come around me on no new shit
Cause this the way that im movIng
This for the ones in my
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
all my damn life
I’m gonna turn into that damn Asian
Right? The one you know I’m talking about
I shouldn’t have to tell you ‘cause we saw
The news like
been hard why you'll acting new
I step on ur ass like a new pair of shoes
You know I'm a mystery like Scooby Doo
I don't come by myself bitch I'll bring
fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cause she
the president
I could poop on the oval desk
Set a new precedent
And put the turd I laid for sale on Ebay
And get the new Beats by Dre i love Michelle
I came from
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
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