93 Mike N Starks

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer] Uh Another moon rotated, I am the greatest, you hatin' You just mad that you will never make it (Ha) I sound like a old ass teacher, you ain't gon' be shit Rap been hurtin' for years, it really need Vic If I wasn't here it would be in shamble Put yo' life up to gamble I get the knife and I stamp you All them weak ass albums that dropped, y'all heard 'em (Yall heard em) Cafeteria life how we serve 'em (Hm) Niggas with the guns, triggers to ya' lungs, ya' ligaments is done, ya' dinner was the crumbs Niggas can't eat right, I stayed up looking for you for three nights No rapper ever made me rewrite Better off being cool with me, look at all of the ones who didn't They not on nothing, I'm not kidding Like a chick that decided not to have babies I'm half crazy maybe, old and still rappin', call me Jay Z I got A spades, runnin' 'em all, gun in the throne Running them zone, make ya' lungs collapse then I'm gone (Ow) Globe work, my hands touchin' the seat Name one rapper that's fucking with me Tick, tick, tick, tick I'll wait but I'ma still rap my ass off I'm still gonna kill at will for what I ask for All I ever want is respect, fuck all that other shit Sick of y'all thinking y'all as tough as bricks Volcano eruption kits, the jazz in my ear from a live band Bury you in dry land (Ew) I land after I land in the frying pan Still politicking with the gans (Gans) Devastating blows crushing the cans, don't need to ask me my plans I'm backed by what rhymes with flopping up ya' hands In ya' life, please don't make this shit a big scene Got a new whip, keep the shit clean [Verse 2: Johnny Storm] Put the lavenders in a glass vase and watch it grow Three hoes on this boat, know my Oochie Wally flow Fly intros, karate kick you out the window Top down while I'm plottin' on, it's presidential Shout out to my first lady Earth, she birth babies long before the world blow Pussy make the world go Ball like globetrotters [?] cosign remember Quarter Waters with a dollar bag of pork rinds Rap science, I be spittin' a formaldehyde I was trapping back when niggas' dawg Urkel died No more down payments, I'm 'bout to up the price Me and Vic like '93 Starks 'n Mike From NY to the Chi, on foenem One gold chain ain't enough, I need four'a them The [?] taking its toll I got the drive in my eyes just to stay on the road I sun niggas, boy, don't get me started Eatin' tomato alfredo in Jodie mama' garden You got it all twisted Don't get paid 'til you complete the mission No half-assing bad habits in this coalition Back to business 'cause my baby gotta eat tonight The money grow on trees ever since the weed was legalized 'Bout to double down Fuck a drought, we 'bout to make 'em drown Free the wave