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absent minded (sweden) - you'd better know lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah who this?
yo this is a n+gga
yo, yo what’s up with yo’ phone man?
there’s nothing wrong with my phone n+gga, what’s up?
a’ight brother, yo n+ggas was buggin’ last night
all over town you know stocktown ain’t the same man
what happened man?
nah i ain’t even go in to that yo
yo we gon’ make some hits tonight?
you know that kid!
call the n+ggas yo for real
yeah i’ll call ’em
yo, later
peace

[chorus: belle]
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bull
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bull
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bull
[verse 1: adl]
cha+le+le
le+le+le+let me reach for the mic grab it tight and get busy
my voice, my b+tch and my business associates
all form a line to collect the dead presidents
brothers be hangin’ execution style
it’s like hamas comin’ for jihad from the nile
so you can be fly like +++++++++++++[?]
++++i’m too crazy g
i’m a threat to ya whole concept
head or gut mothaf+cka what? it’s best to ya step
i use any freakin’ tool to bust that ass s+x up
dolly parton asked johnny for some cash
it’s like the lemon to the gin, the gin to the lemon
ya crew specializin’ them broke women
that’s why you gotta pay so much
while we be in the clubs gettin’ drinks and stuff

[verse 2: swing fly]
daddy don’t love mommy no more
daddy found a new wh0re when daddy was on tour
that is macy, bring the drama to the front line
when you’re down there wait for the [?] sunshine
keep ya head up like you standin’ on clouds
they throwin’ mad f+ckin’ blows leavin’ scars on ya eye brows
puuuush out the labor like toothpaste
[?] wha the f+ck is you a fruitcase?
don’t make check yo’ f+ckin’ ass like the logos on my nike
you comin’ close n+gga? not slightly
this might be your f+ckin’ last day out
because you scared like scooby doo, knowin’ what we’s about right
[chorus: belle]
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bull
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bull

[verse 3: lightskinny]
ey yo ya sh+t better be b+tter in the gutter
word to uncle ben’s mother, i’m the skinny ass brother
up in the mix gettin’ busy with my lyrics
givin’ you a [?] yeah i got the tactics
word bond, i’m representin’ in the studio
that’s how i do it yo you already knew it so
recognize me and my crew comin’ through
the club, grab the mic and stick lyrics like glue to ya dome
it’s on the spot get blown, tear the f+ck up
until the break of your bone
don’t you know ‘m psychologically disturbed?
pass the word now i’ma kick ya to the curb

[verse 4: mic muladoe]
yo i be on ya d+l, kickin’ ’em back in, relaxin’
but call my f+ckin’ name and i’ll be there like the jacksons
i’ll have you on the run like serbs in jugoslavia
so ask your moms neighbors, to let you know we made ya
i wonder, now are you really livin’ like you claim you do?
and if so, where’s that dough and mostly where’s that crazy kid of yours?
feel the force as i flow like sauce
hot like d+mn i’m sweatin’ rhymes through my pores
so n+gga go for yours and stop sweatin’ mines
i know you talk the talk, but can you walk the walk through landmines?
one time, two time for ya f+ckin’ mind
with a rhyme that’s designed with ink between the lines
[chorus: belle]
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bull
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bull
you better know who you’re f+ckin’ with
you better not slip, ’cause this is no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bullsh+t baby
no bullsh+t baby, no bull

- absent minded sweden lyrics

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