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With all due respect, I barely respect niggas In the sweat suit, I'm ready to check niggas Give 'em scar work, I'm all on yo neck, niggas Sway the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo I make up flows, cake up and make up mo' I stay low so that Jake don't go Bay Bro is he tank, time to make sure that the street straight Locked it down on a release date Buried the B-brake, heavy on the beat till the beat-brake Bag a bad bitch then be great, double with tandras Battle brothers that battle with monsters The random axe savages that's pompous We body a rock star in broad daylight Tell 'em rock-a-by baby, till they all get the concept Chip off the old block, a great shot From right here, I can pick off yo whole block Pick up my old knot. My pocket is a dead president Dead cemetery, I get you buried, and the still pistol carried It goes without sayn, sprayn the niggas that change clothes Use the key word with one of my main hoes Then I had to dumb her and grind it all summer Your front run has turned hand bumpers? My gun's slumkin', and leave you in the slum dunkin' Letras de cancionesMy understanding is zero, tryna play a hero? I point a Desert Eagle at yo ego That's just me tho Squeeze the hammer when I see a vandal And beat enamel off his teeth with the heater handle Fuck around and violate the squad Imma buck 'em down Who got the muscle now? All in together now, it's whatever now John threes and low nit sweaters now The old league is ours like forever now Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now All in together now, it's whatever now John threes and low nit sweaters now The old league is ours like forever now Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now All in together Mulder and Skully is fittin' me like a crown I'm all in money, so this isn't comin' down They talk, hair's funny, I'm listening for now And the all head hungry descend if they want a round Now do believe I'm true indeed, the 2 to 3 Shovel's worth and I'm butter's worth on a shootin' spree Sharp shooters, part shooters, move the seas, get it? Shovel's worth, part the seas Jesus, are we even aimed at the same dot? Thrown for the great, I'll cook you a straight swap Man down, cootoes, you know, you stand up with me You standin' next to a Pharrell like a Hugo For this new wave, this all swingin' for mine I was probably hit yo mom's, impended your rhymes I can't lie, if you see me in and outta yo place I should have stuck with my gut and let it rot on her face I pay homage All ready to respect that Get clap shown shitty two Shake sucka da shakiddy salt shaker Knock the teeth of the big bird like Walt Frazier I'm all danger but I might be a hero Touring all the time, what the fuck do he know?! Ten percent blood sucker under poor I might tuck the gun, bump the sucka on the floor I don't like boy rappers All mark for death like the pipe boy hatcher I'm the rasist white boy rappin' Gut money, look, I just despize toy rappers Left the shit, the shit shows, I spit it legit You to be bald, Paul, you were aim to be big Hip-hop parade, be happy you nigga hip for hip-hop today All in together now, it's whatever now John threes and low nit sweaters now The old league is ours like forever now Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now All in together now, it's whatever now John threes and low nit sweaters now The old league is ours like forever now Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now All in together From Letras Mania