- #WHEN DID GANGSTA RAP MADE ME DO IT COME OUT HOW TO#
- #WHEN DID GANGSTA RAP MADE ME DO IT COME OUT CRACK#
You lookin' at the grand wizard war lord vocal chord so viciousĪnd I don't have to show riches to pull up pull off with some bad *****es You *****s know my pyrocalstic flow it's R.A.W R.A.W
#WHEN DID GANGSTA RAP MADE ME DO IT COME OUT CRACK#
It takes a nation of *****s and streets of crack Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It Your scared of the government, they scared of me
#WHEN DID GANGSTA RAP MADE ME DO IT COME OUT HOW TO#
You don't know the fundamentals, you forgot how to brushīite you like a fat burger if you got beef You ************s worry bout flossing so much You need that advancement to spend on them dubsĭon't worry bout ma money boi, cause I got plenty This **** don't sell, you know I'm still paid Straight independent and doing my numbers That **** is kinda popcorn, my **** is so butter That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers You ************s programmed by the programmers When the ***** come through, who you wanna holla at Hollywood, they thought they could tame this So bang this with the four-five stainlessĪnd understand that you looking at the famous It takes a nation of *****s to hold us back The only rapper that wanna fist-fight the president I feel like a vet ballin' on these rookiesĪn old-school bully, you must have played hookyĭon't give a ************ time to learn his lesson I'm sitting next to your *** and cant hear what you got to say You about to witness the eighth ************ There are seven known wonders of the world, Next time understand what you ****in' with its legendary status Lucky ************ missed your *** by some inches It ain't that expensive have your *** hoppin' fences
They scared of the consequences comin' from my defenses The verdict be urgently these *****s wanna murder me I got my locs on cause my eyes are burgundyĪnd when I get home I don't want the third degree Keep my locs on see you hatin' mother ****ers keep my locs on you know they match my bag suckers Keep the cashmere vickis on yea she keep them vickis on I got my locs on dickies on keep the workin' *****s on When it's bustin' at your *** we just laughin' at ya really Switchin' lanes yes yea the chopper's just silly (They must have set you back) no baby not really Smokin' somethin' good ****in' up the ozone Me and Jeezy Jeezy rollin' with our locs on They brought it back to describe me in that Maybach *****s hate it cause they know I'm makin' more than Michaelīeen ballin' since the word ballin played out Women love it when the see me on that motorcycle I got them carrots on givin' off them pheromones I got my locs on welcome to the terror dome
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