I run it , no brakes I roll straight you can catch me with yo hoe, she liked to roleplay , so while you at home kissing her she's laughing at you thinking of me, man I just fuck dirty and bust my cement on her everywhere, and she loves to rub everywhere,
See the war was won, Before the first sword swung, Got ya stung, By the wasp nest, im in the best, Say with my chest, While ya gotta hole in ya chest, Takin too many, Holes in ones, i packed guns for fun, Make even the devil run, To get a gun, Too wicked, yearning for a meal ticket, watch me get wicked, Than Metillica, who darin ya, To try stop the mister, Pistol slanging bullets knocking ya out hisser, Like the snake that bit cha hit cha, With a texas two steps, We stay up on reps, all my killers vets, no street shit, We on some militant shit, Better run when you hear them clicks, We marchin, soldiers barkin, never stalkin, We eat worms, from those playin chicken hawkin, End up in coffin too often, Suckas talking to hard, when we know deep down they broads, Expose frauds, Keep in moneys fat in my wad, Feel me flow, some feel me though, no, Dont care got ya stop and a stare, My styles not original but mad rare, I see ya shakin, and my fist havent even began breaking, Ya jaws above the law, raw with the poetry slaw, Make ya eat it up, steal ya bitch, then i beat it up, Like it MJ, wont stop til i get enough, Im Tony Soprano, make dead guys who try to play tough,
Governors are mad I get more +Love+ than Hewitt When I plan to speak, I don’t discuss it, I just do it My brothers even know that oftentimes I lose my coolness but others tell me straight to my face that I’m foolish Yes, I’m a fool - and if your girl was snooping I’d talk Jesus to her and inject her with fluid Check it, I get intimate with her Have a spiritual interrelation and plant traces straight in her Look, I get slicker much quicker than Iizards and strike you like the Grim Reaper paid you a visit If I sold drugs I’d yank-keys/Yankees like Americans but I buy coffees that carry-beans/Caribbeans like West Indians They see how I run my joint like marathons Smoothing things over like skin covered in paraffin and keep it on wax, without masking accents Like Sean, I ‘Duck Down’, bring the Good News to Bucktown
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I LOVE YOU WIFEY NAGA THUG QUEEN LATIFAH.I LOVE NAGA THUG QUEEN BEYONCE. AND I LOVE YOU NAGA THUG KING EBONY 🤘💋🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 DRAGON BREATH.YALL BACK THIS UP FOR MY NAGA THUG QUEEN LATIFAH 🔥🔥🔥🔥WE GONE HAVE ALOT OF KIDS TOGETHER ALSO💋🔥🔥🔥 DRAGON BREATH
Every ounce that you smoke Light your spliff in the sky Lift it to your lips Inhale another toke And listen to these lines Blood from formal brothers Is the only type I've ever spilt Heard him talking shit Used his stains for colouring On my new sheep skin quilt Stroking cunts just tryna make a mill Laying out a zoot 80 percent baccy 10 percent green 10 percent butter And fuck knows what's in between Yk killers with masks they live all across the land Controlling this world just the way the government can Patrolling every movement the way ratoillee takes over that red cap man The way you fell of was like money out a card Quit tryna flex a rack you lil soft ass ain't that hard Addicted to liquid tar Sick to death of tryna hear you spit a bar Then explain your entire verse Like you think we some retards (here we go folks explaining bars with luis mcconnel) Gay ass faggot You'd probably do it with connal Get a couple Es merge yourself to a sofa Snap your heads in half like I snapped a couple photo Locals be talking stupid Once the kids vocals Connects to the music Your heads fucking cut kiad Sort ya like some rubix Then I'll fucking soak ya With this blade I got from Your truest Thomas's mccally west Got the sharpest blades in The kitchen but he done knew this Tony turnt back Sharp pain op from his neck to his shoulder blade Left him clueless Gripped the dagger 9 mili metre and 2 stacks a Grenades a bag a grass A bitch who wants to be my slave Is all I need for a causal Sunday night How the fuck you expect me to behave When I jump on the mic The way I carry back pain You know it's from this black cane Even with a stick Still a bigger threat than suddam hussein Trynna run from me is like running from the crack game Starts as a few hits of a j Now your tryna get smhacked before Your grannys funeral just like zack kane I'm back n still the same Cracker I was 2 years ago Just with a different chain Put a dot on your head don't have to explain Clinch on that trigger and splatter out all your brains Your last remains (it hurts) Contruct a hit like a makaveli Chatting shite in my ear Like the fuck you tryna tell me Don't you smell me Skin ya like copper leave ya on your arse I'm the shelvey with a set of hair I'm a hood hooper so I smoke my peirs Like Thomas shelbey then I kick em down right till they learn Not to fuck about Or it's fuck about and find out Chuck hit ya with his hip Knock your whole spine out Josh get the pine out 3 bottles from midnight Straight till the lights out So you want beef so it's on sight now I'm a dangerous cracker smoke till the mouths dry Chaining up bitches from the southside Micheal donnely ain't nam but a dick sucking house wife And I love my wife oh yes I do Feed that bitch a blueberry stew for breakfast with a side of blues Lunch it was shrooms Acid was for dinner Glue was for supper Because my pockets getting thinners Bitch yk how it is grind from the summer till the winter
I LOVE YOU WIFEY NAGA QUEEN LATIFAH. 🤘👗I LOVE YOU NAGA KING EBONY. AND I LOVE YOU NAGA QUEEN BEYONCE.PEOPLE OF THE LIGHT. WE NEVER GO UNDERGROUND FOR ANYTHING. EVEN WHILE WE ARE PURSUING ENEMIES, WE STOP WHEN THEY ARE FLEEING BACK UNDERGROUND
Im Pulling strings Orcastrating scenes Like stephen king Godfather to these flows Now kiss my ring I aint the one to believe in silly things Like redbull gives you wings The truth stings Haters try to study my moves Gotta keep 3moves ahead Like a game of chess Gotta protect my queen In the game of life Where people win and lose Gotta keep on pushing through Days turn to nights The atmosphere Feeling like de ja vu Looking up at the stars That shine beyond the moon Supplying my route To a brighter future Gotta watch out for them Newts That will turn savage for that tuna Crocadiles and annacondas Smile in your face But stab you in the back Check the logic Thats a cold hearted fact Paint a picture with color And maybe the world Wont be so white and black The love we lack Losing trust Imma need me a polygraph Paint a perfect picture like mona lisa Call it my art attack You aint even on my level You gonna need a starter pack Ioyalty is rare like an artefact These lyrics are as real as my flesh Battle with me it will be a train wreck Outcast to rap Watch me rip the decks Twist the necks Like Vietnam War vets If you answer back
Swivel the head of a mayaian to the stars of Osiris look me in my eyes while i beat you to a minus /im just adding charges like quadruple battery get me quadruple paid/ stupidly waste all the bread on some sour dough/ yeasted up add me some vegetables so when i fight i dont end up as a vegetable/ textable as lector bro catch a lecture and a invitation to a dinner though wonder what we eating hoe? Darker with these bars then edgar poe/ calcuating mayan time to decide when to blow like pablo pilot im flying snow but shelling out these bullets like mario that aint snow thats a nuclear/ pissed poor so im rich when im shitting my stool encrusted with paint thats not missing/ out the hood but hooded up cause i aint fit in/ dismissess every punchline will leave every critic missing/ class in session this verse is hitting like a strict nun teaching/ ask morty i get nothing but 40s flip it and let gravity pay omage for me/ im 4g cause 5gs cant afford me my bars always fill without switching my style like a runway model that got drunk said fuck the desginer j do what i want to/
One-two, one-two Kinda tired Big L, 'bout ta get into some shit (Uh) a'ight check it out Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin' my chips You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp A while back, I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park Countin' G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie huntin' Trigger temper, I'm quick to body somethin' You lookin' at me like I'm probably frontin' I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best I stopped hangin' around y'all 'Cause niggas like you be prayin' on my downfall Hopin' I flop, hopin' I stop You probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of bloodshed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fuckin' chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool How come you can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from? So what you actin' for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga somethin', 'fore I crack his jaw You runnin' with boys, I'm runnin' with men I'ma be rippin' the mics until I'm a hundred-and-ten Have y'all niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin' wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas Yeah, what
