Back With a vengence, minus the big pendants So they think my head big - but I got the same co-defendants Rap is like tennis, Why? I'll punch you back and forth; My ratchet's my racket - that'll back em off
Off with hater head, bury em still breathing; 6 feet in his own borough for no reason Now thats it freezing, I figure I'll put the coups up; Get two trucks, wit smokey grey and blue guts, a few bucks, will get you bucked, betta juice up; Or ride around wit the roof, up cause if not, We'll snatch you right outta there - get outta of here
Marks on your outer layer; I'll lay ya down, plus I'm bout it player - I get where I'm going without a favor Without poltics; tricks a free pass, i need cash, in the seats fast But me, I got to eat - I am a don - wipe my feet;
I don't know what song it is, but i have always liked the beat, So therefore - it's mine to eat, eat my lambo dust, niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can trust, till its a slammer in them cuffs I Am Legend; I make mixtape heaven - ya peasent, you don't wanna be the 187, ya done
I break bread in the slums, summer to winter I come; The switch siders wont work - I tell em get it from them The nemisis of this; Your belated christmas gift, they hatin' don't get the Crys; Paper wont get you this Fake niggas slit ya wrist, My balance is ridiculous These old niggas frivolous; you cant be serious they all on they periods; might as well make em bleed all over they tight clothing I pop shit got, got metal for chest;
Just like Logan - Boom - lyric explosion They can play the club all the time - nobody knows them Me on the other hand, three seprate law suites are open Ya smokin nigga, new york city ain't jokin My flow potent - I'm stronger than a pure block Warlock, attitude like 'I'm the one - your not' 1964 drop, 1982 boy, 2000 and 9 style; you outta the blind now
The best what? over my gold casket; fatherless child bastard if there is a requirement test then, i passed it, with flying colors; My flying spur damn there all rim - no rubber, I'm in take cover i been, were many wont go, you wont blow, I toured the world, I'm going back - also Middle finger po po, the punks behind the patch; watch ya back don't eat cheese chunks; I'm not a rat keep pumps and nines back, or get linebacked; Flat line, line em up - we ballin and diamond up I'm all in and out a slut, nigga get ya dollas up; Ya proud of what? Nigga you pouted up