Bodega Bamz

Ginsu

Bodega Bamz


It is written that during the reign of King [?]
a certain shenmo child perfected a weapon
known as "the lightning strike, "
which never missed its target and killed within a hundred feet

Money with the biggest heart take apart this nigga
I end what I start with niggas, quick spar with niggas
Jab, hook in the box, the Porsche
Mandalay Bay, valet, "Money" May
weather, when it's cold, go to Fiji
Water, see me, slaughter, anybody
So many styles like I'm Holiday
Wrappin' up work like a holiday
AC broke and it's hot today
Lose weight, sweatin' bricks at this Holiday Inn
Hit him on the chin
Eight balls, I'm a pool shark that could swim
Shots from the four give, enough time to confess
'cause everybody lives in sin, amen
If you ain't really mean it, why you say it then?
I'm here to make ends, not make amends

I'ma talk that talk when I'm talkin' to you
Tell you run everything when I'm walkin' to you
I'm in the water, eye level, hold my breath for a moment
Once I get my wind back (ch-ch) give me that
I ain't scared of no man, no man know what I been through
I'm a bulldog to shih tzu
No leash, I could use the heat or a ginsu
Cold cut, joint lock, throws like ju-jitsu
He's so official, how you know?
He could rap in Bolivia, still won't blow
You ain't got shit to prove then how you show?
Stop steppin' on the coke, homie, it won't grow
I'm a born leader (ha)
never leave the block without my heater
Finger the trigger, she wanna bust me, la señorita
I love sex, but the money is my vice
[?] that's on my life
As for your wife, pick her up just to tour town
Bench press for what, lift four pounds
Stand up homie, never lean, slow it down
Body, know it'll be found, join the circus, you a clown
I'm a comforter (ha) , you would think it's goose down
I'm a top gun, you would think I'm Goose now
Bird give me top, she blowin' my roof off
In the flyest coupe now, she like, "boo, smile"
Sick of you niggas with your now-and-later raps
Rap about it now, never get it later
When you was next door, hand out, doin' favors
I was next door, movin' coke to the neighbors
Dope boy in the hood, hat no raiders
Ran it all, UPG like the pacers
Thirteen, sold my first bag on the corner
Fourteen, really yelled, saw somebody murdered
Fifteen, picked up the pen and rapped
And if you had Chinese in New York, you ate cat (woop)
Nasty nigga, when you pass me, nigga, look me in my eye (ha)
And tell me in my fuckin' face that you ready to die (ha)
No second guessin', the question is, "you ready to ride? "
You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker
Came for the spot, you heard what I said, motherfucker?

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