Lyrics:
the fanta mix mine with the lean
Nigga be loyal to the money
A lot friendships that can't survive thru the greed
Fuck you if you really don't agree
All my
close to God, ayy
Scammin' plus he fraud
I don't want me close to y'all
Ayy, ayy, woah, ayy
I mix Tech with Wock', ayy
I mix Tech with Wock', ayy
I mix
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
y'all are listenin to!
All you dj's are lettin the program directors handcuff you
And sit there and tell you how to mix?! you fuckin robots!
Fuck y'all
niggas think you playin' with?
Yup
Give you thirty-three like I'm Mason
Yup
Hogtie 'em up in the basement
Mask on, you don't even know who you facing
I was just down bad I don't owe y'all niggas, like 10 and 4, made it shake
These niggas cool but I don't know y'all niggas, still thuggin' with Benny
You keep coming out of pocket
They ‘gon talk about you
Don’t say sorry, can’t be sorry
When you walk like I do
Y’all on Sega, I’m Atari
Y’all don’t
don't got
Ya'll talk a whole lot
A whole lot of what not
Ya'll ain't Hip-Hop
Ya'll pop
Drop
Every rap is coated in gasoline know this notice
My spit flick
(Ah Yea)
(Ah Yea)
They stay faking
(Ah Yea)
(Ah)
I've known that they've been faking
Two cups got them next to me
Yes sir got her by my side now
They
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
Smokin' on a Philly,
Mix it up wit 40,
Bitch I know you hear the music,
It's me be-Legit an the Ice Cream Man,
In the land,
We juss high as we
Yea, what it feel like
Like y'all don't know the name
Vice, tell em' what that feel like
Like y'all don't know the...(Whoo!)
It's a shame that y'all
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
putting me on?
SMOCK
I don?t know, sir. As you know I am the Vulgarian and jokes are beyond me. (chuckle)
KWIRK
Hmmmm...That?s the first time I?ve
all and fuck the odds
Is the shit that I condone
I'm ready for this path even if it's a long road
I don't got any bros
So I don't stand by any codes
Vicious snare, high hats, and a bass drum
First the mix empress to impress you
Cutting right on time and I'll bet you
Didn't know it (did you?), you
y'all niggaz know holla at me if there's any beef
(Yes sir, gats, guns, knives?)
I know its vic versa
We like murder we convicted the track
But yo if
On Wizard of Oz, look I don't be lying
A lot of y'all need courage
Like the cowardly lion
All this powder I'm buying
I can make a brick road
And my nickels
On Wizard of Oz, look I don't be lying
A lot of y'all need courage
Like the cowardly lion
All this powder I'm buying
I can make a brick road
And my nickels
(lime green like the hulk)
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy
I got different packs in don’t know you I’m taxing
Don’t front quit
like the hulk)
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy
I got different packs in don't know you I'm taxing
Don't front quit asking
Aww hell, nah nigga
We ain't doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
Yeah, whatever
Check it out man, check this one out
I been
the big top
We want y'all to sit back and enjoy
And if y'all get offended
We don't give a shit
Where the hell my dirtbagz at?
Put your hands up, God damn I
Sound and it's on
Wordup this street shit right here mayn
Ya know I mean? I love y'all niggaz dawg
Y'all made a lot of shit possible
I gave y'all
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