调：B minor
Verse 1
I had a nightmare that I was wack
dope
Fuck it, it don't matter, cause I know shit
ain't really like that
I know somebody
You on the wrong song,
I'm on the right track
I hit the cypher, you bounce,
talkin' bout strict
I'll be right back!
What the fuck you comin' back for?
out the back door
Just in time before your ass
got a cracked jaw
than what the
Lakers signed
Shaq for
Incredible rhymin',
what the hell am I sellin' crack for?
and you just not a factor
You on some bout to do,
I'm on some already done shit
And I done came with the style
you probably bout to come with
get it?
Dumb shit?
Could give a fuck who you run with
Or the niggas you about to go get
You'll just be laying
on the floor with em
Looking up at me, talking about
I just did a show with em
Went back to the telly and I
Hit a couple of hoes with em
Met em at the studio and just spit a
couple of flows with em
Bought a bag of dross,
sat back and got high with em
Oh yeah, that's good to know
Now you about to die with em
Head straight to the pearly gates
Down with the devil and fry with em
Grumble and groan, piss and moan,
boo -hoo and cry with him
Cause
Duke, I'm the hottest nigga
on earth right now
and bout to give birth right now
Run all up in a nigga hood and take
his turf right now
I've been to shit for too long,
it's about time I burst
Rec and label's ready to shut down
cause they ain't sign me first
E
Am
But let me stop right here cause I know y
'all niggas dyin' to rewind my verse
Guess y don't know how we gets it on
From 12 midnight to the cracks of dawn
Got girls in the back takin'
off their gowns
If y 'all don't know how it gets it on
If you're sittin' on things,
then blow your horns
Word is born
I came out of rap training camp
as the reigning champ
And laid motherfuckers down
just like the pain of a cramp
I won't stop till I see my face
and my name on a stamp
And y 'all still won't be able to
stick me or fuck with me
I'm bout to leave my mark
on this game like a
Buff 50
you just missed me
Fuck
Alice,
Ralph
Ed
Norton, and fuck
Trixie
I'ma fuck like it's
my honeymoon till I touch 60
You ain't a thug,
so don't try to get tough with me
If you think about tryin' to hit
me, you get snuffed quickly
Deep down, hate
Bobby
Brown, but love
Whitney
Then I wouldn't have to hear none
of you whack niggas
Talkin' bout how you cruise
rich and you stack figures
In my hands,
a chrome gun with a black trigger
but our pack's bigger
Just ask your wife, cause I blasted her pipes
would you ask for your life?
You's a pussy, I can tell by your song
Got sugar in your tank,
you probably shit syrup
The world's about to see
what it is when I hit
Europe
And when I come back
home for my birthday
Guess y 'all don't know
how we hits it on
Got girls in the back takin'
off they thongs
Can't feel it, then something's wrong
If y 'all don't know how he gets it on
Look from 12 a .m. to the early morn
If you're sittin' on things,
then blow your horn
Niggas feel me like the
Pharoah 8s I take out pretty
Then fuck your girl through
that thing she wearin'
Got mad cars,
you probably ain't been in a
Jaguar
out in a fag bar?
Scared of jail, but at home you tryna ride
Girls pile up in young
Z -Room
brooms on they honeymoons
We had a shack sellin' bottles of rock
That's why y kept spinnin',
Tim's lip, he didn't
See you grinnin' when I stop and
the rims keep spinnin'
Fuck with
Z, I'll bash your face
I fucks with
Master
Ace, bitch
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