Scrape motherfuckers is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and And and adding on
Y'all niggaz just it, hear me Only ones that who we got for Is them that we say peace to Hear me, pay attention, put shoes on
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on What up, he made a move, try to it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a
Back to the novel, you Son, it's How you figure God, what, on the track, flip the obstacle Now my rips the global From to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans, the in November Shorty called me Santa in But guess what, my Wally's got up Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake My dolo rapper get you sent the gentlemens who bent that Flash medallions like Italians, la nostra
We movin' through your like we supposed ta, flexin' Lex and Diamonds the settlement So keep the the gun Boo Like bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard Check it now, you get the dick award It's like jail, and it's the sixth Test me, floating in the S.E., now see
Half of y'all niggaz built your vine from my tree Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a Stay militant kid, twist ya bolo You idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it
Fake one, I'm guaranteed to you take one Please, y'all money's gettin' low But could you come though Set up shop, and get the fat
of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all So what the now, link up with us, or put your shield down Faggot, you fuck punk We for cream nigga
You want a crab? Nah let his hand swing I ought to punch a in his palm with these pointy ass rings No said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nuttin' nigga Still shame on a nigga, who to run game Your version of perversion, fuckin' bitches on rugs niggaz like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Steele's 12 gauge page, "Daily Chronicle" reads "Hell up in Gotham, take and protect yo' seeds" You like autumn leaves, you lack tranquility
In your rap utilities, to fuck with the Race a sperm cell to the ovary Microphone post tone like a rotary Ancient poems and poetry, old
Explosive head bullets, black Timberland footed ninjas, who full metal clips And how to put it in you Surrender goods and your merchandise
For no price, I'm certainly a heist For your ice and curtains and Come quietly, Clan rules society Because of variety, so maintain your anxiety
And lead to defy me, diary, ya Irie? I need 18 points for my joint, this high annointed king To a deal, I be the one to appoint Steve Rifkind must have sniffin'
To catch somethin' so dope, it left Monica Lynch drippin' I fuck hundreds of bitches, and millions of dollars And built thousands of scholars My life saga from the hill to the
kid brown in Nicaragua Gave birth to MC's, thieves and robbers We drove expensive whips and took worldwide And my dick's been sucked by the lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's refreshment But none of the compare to the one-twenty lessons Or my and my seeds, in the home that I rest in Enter my get blown to 99 sections
This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no minds at the door, you want it niggaz it's yours The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I'm for It's and reason, bite the bullet
Niggaz is and it's duck season We at odds 'til we even Bad asses, high times, lower mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to him, service, under pressure And mad nervy, wavin' guns at the Ticallion, we ain't Keep them sick seven-thirty
this, watch the birdy These is Ol' and Dirty With sharp pins be stabbing you Pins and needles, and pins
'Nuff said, dick in your mouth Tempest Bled' As I race track thoroughbreds, duckin' the feds
Yo, my ice look fly up on the son Niggaz ran up on me law, praising what we do by the That's right, the fake, hit them niggaz like weight Feed 'em food, let the evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my, Y'all niggas guess who son, left his nuts hungs Switch, itch, starin at you like a bitch y'all niggaz snitched
Youse a loner, Adidas shell top I Sip a Corona, read the Report, then bone her Buy you some jewels, here's some Not neccessarily mean to be boo, check out the analoo
We in the mushrooms, the high neck in the custom Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding customs Chill, y'all know what time it is James Beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon
Check out the pitch like Ryan, he caught a slug for lyin' Yeah, you was lyin', the cash, cryin' Militia, in position, Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian Lex back whistlin', fake fucks