supRa
06-02-2008, 12:20 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTMgE8pvbKU
lyrics
Yeeah!! (Yeah)
You know who it is (Banks)
*****s talking all crazy, like I’ma talk back to em
Nah, I’ma let the gat tattoo em
And if I can’t get it in, I’ll just black n blue em
Like Mazell(?) or P. Miller(?) strong
Bring your best rapper to me, I’ll chew him
Mike Vick him, O.J. him, or Ray...(?) him
I’m part intelligent, part schizo
And my (?), **** help **** blow
Rap Klitsko, every punch is hard
You can’t take that from me, you come from god
My trunks small as ****, my engine on my back
Like South Jamaica, I’m a ****in mack
Y’all lil *****s, gonna pump(?) a pack
Gang green boss, ain’t no punk in that
My coffee shops sell weed in it
I damn near overdose every visit
Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the street
And sell ***** like bread, minus the bloodshed
Lamb Lago, blood red
More rings than Chicago, nuff said
My momma had heart attacks back to back
Sorry, but I wasn’t really thinkin bout rap
My pop just passed, I had to think bout that
THAT, can be enough to set a ***** off track
In fact…
*****s know exactly what they thinkin, and what not to do, if it was possible
See I’m back, everything else, really don’t matter, ill or not
I pop bottles like I beat a case
My mind race at a cheetahs pace, with Addidas laced
If I’m in love with my neck, I don’t need a face
***** you ain’t got ****, you don’t need a safe
These young’ns get extorted every year
By old *****s, with Salt-N-Peppa hair
****s rough, I lower a coffin every year
Funeral arrangements and mortuary care
Yeah, I’m in a class with a few
Like a special ed kid eatin glue
I’m colder than a baby abandoned
The cannon, will lay every thing down standin
Go head stunt, end up like Brandon(?)
Me come to knee betta be god’s plannin
Don’t get ya ears popped like you landin
Flyin sparrow(?), radars scramblin
Puerto Rican when I speak, tho I’m fluent
Batchelor pad ain’t got sneak holes(?) to it
I speed thru the yellows, and run the reds
You’ll hear about it if we bump heads
Cuz then we’ll dump lead
If I ain’t top 5, then who is?
I’m lyrically loved in every town you live
Scarface cameras all around the crib
*****s slip on grass, get hit by the cig
(?) than my plane, first class from Bahrain
Turbulence got me rockin champagne stains
If I get 4 lanes, I'ma be on time
Hit 200 and something, when I floor mines
Cuttin grass? Nah, *****s mowin mine
Look directly at the watch, you’re goin blind
I’m the flyest ***** doin it, ask ya mom
My **** the bomb like you was back in Nam
Whip so big you wanna ride shotgun
And pretend like she don’t got one
Know whats next, ménage on the yacht son
Ready to unload, like a cop’s gun
You get pregnant, than its to the chop shop
Cuz I don’t change diapers, I change drop tops
Most wanted number(?) with my black glock ****ed
Real *****, Unit boy til my clocks stopped
G-g-g-g-g you know
Unit
T.O.S.
lyrics
Yeeah!! (Yeah)
You know who it is (Banks)
*****s talking all crazy, like I’ma talk back to em
Nah, I’ma let the gat tattoo em
And if I can’t get it in, I’ll just black n blue em
Like Mazell(?) or P. Miller(?) strong
Bring your best rapper to me, I’ll chew him
Mike Vick him, O.J. him, or Ray...(?) him
I’m part intelligent, part schizo
And my (?), **** help **** blow
Rap Klitsko, every punch is hard
You can’t take that from me, you come from god
My trunks small as ****, my engine on my back
Like South Jamaica, I’m a ****in mack
Y’all lil *****s, gonna pump(?) a pack
Gang green boss, ain’t no punk in that
My coffee shops sell weed in it
I damn near overdose every visit
Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the street
And sell ***** like bread, minus the bloodshed
Lamb Lago, blood red
More rings than Chicago, nuff said
My momma had heart attacks back to back
Sorry, but I wasn’t really thinkin bout rap
My pop just passed, I had to think bout that
THAT, can be enough to set a ***** off track
In fact…
*****s know exactly what they thinkin, and what not to do, if it was possible
See I’m back, everything else, really don’t matter, ill or not
I pop bottles like I beat a case
My mind race at a cheetahs pace, with Addidas laced
If I’m in love with my neck, I don’t need a face
***** you ain’t got ****, you don’t need a safe
These young’ns get extorted every year
By old *****s, with Salt-N-Peppa hair
****s rough, I lower a coffin every year
Funeral arrangements and mortuary care
Yeah, I’m in a class with a few
Like a special ed kid eatin glue
I’m colder than a baby abandoned
The cannon, will lay every thing down standin
Go head stunt, end up like Brandon(?)
Me come to knee betta be god’s plannin
Don’t get ya ears popped like you landin
Flyin sparrow(?), radars scramblin
Puerto Rican when I speak, tho I’m fluent
Batchelor pad ain’t got sneak holes(?) to it
I speed thru the yellows, and run the reds
You’ll hear about it if we bump heads
Cuz then we’ll dump lead
If I ain’t top 5, then who is?
I’m lyrically loved in every town you live
Scarface cameras all around the crib
*****s slip on grass, get hit by the cig
(?) than my plane, first class from Bahrain
Turbulence got me rockin champagne stains
If I get 4 lanes, I'ma be on time
Hit 200 and something, when I floor mines
Cuttin grass? Nah, *****s mowin mine
Look directly at the watch, you’re goin blind
I’m the flyest ***** doin it, ask ya mom
My **** the bomb like you was back in Nam
Whip so big you wanna ride shotgun
And pretend like she don’t got one
Know whats next, ménage on the yacht son
Ready to unload, like a cop’s gun
You get pregnant, than its to the chop shop
Cuz I don’t change diapers, I change drop tops
Most wanted number(?) with my black glock ****ed
Real *****, Unit boy til my clocks stopped
G-g-g-g-g you know
Unit
T.O.S.