[Intro] 2011 is mine, nigga. I just bought it and paid for the motherfucker You know how we do. I ain't even feel like talking that much
[Verse 1] I'm a change the game, niggas won't get a penny back I'm a make hits while you motherfuckers pitter pat Talk is cheap, I'm where the hundreds and fifties at Legend nigga put me where the diddies and biggies at Son, yo what you little niggas want to piggyback Eat you for breakfast the skin off a piggy's back Ain't no comparison I'm sick and they be looking for the medicine All varsity And you can tell it by the letter, man Embarrassed them Keep the game up late Jay Leno, David Letterman And with these hoes, I'm like fuck sex Make them go straight to the head etcetera an' My sentiments - you're sweet, you're cinnamon This Michigan MC breed Eminem Yes, he the best, he a pest Cause you can't get rid of him But it's for your own benefit Can't stop making moves, and you niggas on Ritalin Y'all bark loud 'til the nigga yelled sic'em then Sick of them because they big fish in a small pond Nigga call John R. (??) in Niggas illegitimate. I spit it with a vengeance Many niggas say they want it But they really just pretending They depending on a nigga But I scream And squawk to the end So many hits that they quitting in the middle So I got me feeling like I'm winning Spit it with conviction Your shitty drawers don't pause for these infants Shit, I'm a giant I recline on you midgets Fuck that Homie I ain't quit till I finish, I'm a menace Got to get, kill it, till the world is a witness Say something wrong and Flint niggas will go in a nigga's mouth like a dentist Young ??? about his business Making a mark while I'm shaping the art Trying to keep it together but I take'em apart Go play in the dark if you ain't on my team I make them scream, shit I'm Wes Craven at heart I ain't coming at you, I'm past you Flow so wet, make a nigga Kraft food Glad to stay on you niggas mind like a tattoo Shitting on you niggas like I couldn't find a bathroom Back to the game and how I'm gonna fuck it up Kill every show, now the stage is all bloodied up We'll make it rain, have your boots all muddied up School of hard knocks, well you niggas better study us White walls that will flow insane Punch lines till they all feel pain Tight walls till your girl give brain Put a name tag on them, I'mma forget your names Get the picture, I'll get your frames More hot, I'll spit your flames Flow dope, nigga that's cocaine Hear my tribe, it's just my lane International, flow irrational Mind is sharp, I just ripped your ass in two Sick, I passed the flu Caught you in the headlights I'll mount the other half of you One more that's on my wall Haters is on my balls It was one thing that my dick so tall But now I really can't put on my drawers Hell nah, this ain't gon' pass Who said I ain't gon last With the same mouth that you said that shit All of you can tongue kiss my ass
[Outro] They don't call me the people's rapper for nothing To everybody that been fucking with me. I'll never let you down, I got you Y'all know what it is Blue City Club
Go get Jon Connor as Vinnie Chase Season One. Season Two on the way That shit with me and Reefa on the way We goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
