Lyrics:
best for you to relax
If Thugger give me the word, man, I swear you gonna get wacked
I'm shootin' like Julius Erving, you know your shit get splat
Splat,
Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine the bald head
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
You're, mine, it's all
inch dong
Pop back Holmes and bring yo friends
Me and Havoc back with some shit again
Havoc produced and I'm on the verse
Fabian Mata is the worst
So you
me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause b**** you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Stayed rollin' and stealin'
shoppin' sprees, I can bring the store to me
I don't get top money, please, bitch I'm out they league
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G's
Cash out mad
to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
And if you give it to me, my thugs gon'
broke, don't come round (No)
Drinkin' Actavis out the double seal right now (Act)
Come get that dope if you want it (Want it)
Diamonds cold on me
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
the payback for dumb shit
All you niggas on the block tryna test me
Best wear a vest or get open like sesame
I'll run up on you mad deep, while you're tryna
rest in peace to the late Owen
They throwing shade, Let them hate
Slide the drapes open
Saying if it ain't real then it ain't me
Bring it to you hi-def
be.
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood.
Got nothin' to lose, bitch. Ya
Better respect Rip, or ya best just check this slug.
It's goin'
two-bucks-an-hour
Unable, mentally unstable, to me you cower
You never can write a dope lyric to
Have an effect just like this did
To be at the peak in the
Field
got fire blankets
In the vocal booth
Producers with extinguishers
To put out the blaze
When I'm on the loose
I'm rolling with the best
Meeting
like Mister T, headfirst in the pussy like a DDT
Nigga CC me if you gotta problem, this is simple math bet we can solve it
My niggas in the dark like
I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone
I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home
Bumpy ripping everything
Polish it all down till it replenish
Soon As I'm finished my pistol get jealous especially 357 me punish you
Buck at me bangin wit your magnum for
You
and people are sayin' that,
But I'm the nigga that's out the third and best believe I bring my gat,
I got psycho, up, lead and you heard I'm bout to pluck,
His friend it's his dream battle to me
Battle rap is street shit and you
Not make it up out one
So whether I'm standin' in front of the
Body or on top
bring my partna in yeah that Pokey
Hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone
You know he's comin through with
A pocket full of chrome
[Verse 5: Big
bring my partna in yeah that Pokey
Hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone
You know he's comin through with
A pocket full of chrome
[Verse 5: Big
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land
You tend to carry
Whatever cemetery they put me
In when I'm buried
Just know I came out on top, missionary
Drop jewels like my chain broke
And I spit
And I just gotta let you know
You bring out my best side
You bring out my best side
I can tell, every time you rollin' with me
Yeah, you make me feel
the place and quickly rolled up.
Bulldozed through the living room, hopped out of the car, and started to blow up.
Buck, buck, and a kabloom, me blew all them
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