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Unbelievable Uh huh (Uh huh) Do it! Unbelievable And I Yeah (Yeah) Let the drums knock Unbelievable Statik, what up? Come on (Come on) Papoose (Unbelievable), Papoose I launch a larger missile, that's how I resolve a issue You start so much shit, you should carry a starter pistol Let's see how good that does you when Nola revolvers hit you You just a partial, you such a target, it's hard to miss you At your funeral nobody in your squad'll miss you They'll be no cryin', no sense in buyin' up all the tissue When they walk up to your casket not even your moms'll kiss you You always been a bastard, I don't think your father miss you I gotta eat your food 'cause I'm starvin', you on the menu Your manager's retarded regardless for marketing you I always been the smartest, a artist, my art official His job is just the hardest, his artist is artificial Mobbin', we gon' continue to rob you for your residuals This be our little secret, this robbery is confidential Letras de cancionesGo buy a typewriter, ink pen and some more utensils To write a rhyme about me you gon' need a longer pencil Don't let me tell you where I'm from Brook-Nam, we cain't stop here It ain't-it ain't a facade, it's God in the MC I'm the god, I spit the sun, moon, and the stars Say what'chu want Don't-don't-don't let me tell you where I'm from Brook-Nam, we cain't stop here It ain't-it ain't a facade, it's God in the MC I'm the god, I spit the sun, moon, and the stars I immediately structure the plan and strike strategically Before I make a move, I carefully scope the scenery Avoidin' contact with the ignorant is the key to me But recently I have been engagin' more frequently I'm tryna keep positive thoughts and think peacefully But the snakes gotta just cross and keep deceivin' me All the trick knowledge they taught is just beatin' me Eatin' me alive inside brings out the beast in me Contemplatin' ways to capture the win easily Had to make sure the battlefield was split evenly They be stealin' my ideas, what's all the thievery? They lack dignity, I swear, no decency Sendin' threats, you think I care? You not a G to me The streets in me wanna just grab and stab 'em repeatedly Glock eighteen with the drum, you can compete with me Krush Groove stay with the drum just like Sheila E Don't let me tell you where I'm from Brook-Nam, we cain't stop here It ain't-it ain't a facade, it's God in the MC I'm the god, I spit the sun, moon, and the stars Say what'chu want Don't-don't-don't let me tell you where I'm from Brook-Nam, we cain't stop here It ain't-it ain't a facade, it's God in the MC I'm the god, I spit the sun, moon, and the stars Unbelievable Unbelievable From Letras Mania