The Lyrical One

Lyrics

I don't need your respect, I leave somethin wet Bring them things to your 'jects and squeeze up the sketch Cuz if he was a threat I'll machine gun his neck Yall think yall nice well yall ain't seen nuthin yet Don't believe none of, these mutha, these sucka says It's me fuck the rest, I'm the breed of the best Drop a grease off a vest They told me I can't put my weed up the strip When I red up with sess I put a body on the strip and re'd up with death Real slow live-y, just came out the crib bro shot me If I knew he gave me this I would'a steeled on papi Goons know I keep somethin ready real close by me But yet they still gon try me I can see you got that upnorth glow That jail weight got you built so stocky Easy easy killa, why you got your grill so cocky I hit you with the steel tote shotty Leave you paralyzed from the waist down how you gon feel your wallys Get buried like that ill hoe Halle I spare nobody My sket'll air your posse Even hit the lil baby up but I feel so sorry Left him paralyzed from the diaper down How you gon feel your pottie Record label or not man they still won't stop me These labels don't pick me up man the ville gon sign me East new york gon distribute me the hill gon got me Bed stuy will promote real gon cop me You platinum rappers need to put a contract on bill o'reilly A black man should never hesitate to kill no nazi While these dudes watchin me I got bills like cosby Watch my moves for real don't watch me I don't understand if it's the industry that make em feel so cocky When I see em I'ma press em like a million copies Don't meet me in the dark cuz everything you wear is rocky Don't dare me dear your diary They say a scared nigga'll kill you I ain't lying man I swear to gotti I ain't never seen a scared nigga killed nobody I tote the pretty semi thru any city I'm really gritty Plus I'm pretty witty, spit plenty bennys on plenty henny Spend the pretty penny, on plenty remy You pity pity dude's itty bitty I'm illy willy you shitty smitty You'se a silly billy, smoke plenty phillies tote fifty 50's Heard you want stick me Here kiddie kiddie come get me get me Shoot the chitty chitty bang bang really thru any city Fuck with many many Man want really I split his kidney Get easy don't piss me you hit me shit get risky Actin frisky you guinea piggys freeze me you better clip me I get busy when it comes to the flizzy I get you dizzy Papoose carry the milli without vanilli Got stamina, tired how is that even sound Yall niggas fatigued like black green and brown Rather tote the revolver impossible to jam it But i still stay with the auto like a mechanic Get a lot of stares cause of what my jewelry is worth These niggas be starin at me like my gun don't burst I get a lot of stares when i walk thru with the herc But i can take the stares like the elevator don't work Cuz i move thru the stuy with the rug on my side Everytime i caught beef my gun blew like the sky Put the purple haze right on the hill you smoke coals I'm tryna get the hill high like your hoe shoes Colorwise my gun black like your shoes But i blow mine, my gun blew like a loc fool When it come to vocals I got more winds than a hurricane What do you mean you won't lose Got them broke tools i tote tools to produce Fuck a studio I walk around with the pro tools I don't care who offended cuz i handle my business The gun stays on my genes like it's family resemblance Cuz i'm sick of all you chumps you boring as fuck And your metaphors ain't metaphoric enough Papoose