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king critical – what iii said lyrics

[intro: king critical]

hope you heard what i said (x3)

[verse 1: king critical]

cuz i swear that i’m not to be f-cked wit
cruising thru them city blocks
we running from silly cops hittem with the diddy bop like it’s nothing
they say critic ya lyrics hot you gon give em what you got
finna have the city lock then we jumping
i say i hope the world feel it how you feel it
tryna have the critics say that critic sh-t i’m loving
n-ggas gon remember these 16s dumping
at 16 i was sick teen with concussion raps
to rap till it’s a wrap k!lling the function
k!lling the map eating you rap n-ggas at luncheons
as far as i’m concern you n-ggas should be concern
with everything that concern me bumping
cuz the success that i yearn gon get you put in a urn
cuz critical tryna earn him something
and i won’t stop … till my mother sitting in a yacht
till my mother sitting in the motherland
f-ck a son of sam law critic gon get paid for these shots
critics get amazed when i drop
critical spit it hard my n-gga this sh-t is hot
can’t even call it a bar my n-gga call it a baaar!
n-ggas calling the cops all cuz i wrote these words hope you heard…

[verse 2: king critical]

cuz i swear that i’m not to be f-cked wit
late night dating with sanaa lathan
only way that you can say i’m on some f-ck sh-t
lately i been unable with labels like f-ck it
the spade to put my cards on the table like f-ck it
in a rage to spit the hardest of fables ima f-ck it up
with bars to benjamin like a 100 bucks
seems likes i gotta let a couple buck
n-ggas wanna know what type of sh-t he on
how he live? how he big and he can still have any type of b-tch he want
this n-gga hype is worth only a cypher verse no type of work and still he own
but for the love of the money i gotten reaping what i sow
i got that sh-t from bizzy bone
it’s the mogul club n-ggas better know w-ssup
show us love spitting that salt for yo open cut
claim you talking that talk but i’m calling yo bluff
knowing w-ssup you n-ggas ain’t hard
and i’m pulling yo card like you rolled in a bus
rhythm and bars from the wizard of oz and
i’m spitting it hard till i’m oprah wit bucks
peep thru the back door
seen the enemy with a black wh0r-
black boy felt the bat to da back then backed off
backed up looked at me with the mask on all cuz he should’ve heard..

[outro]
now he know that i’m not to be f-cked wit
tell the weak n-ggas in the industry they gon remember these
black ram lyrics he’s coming

(head first at you n-ggas)
remember these black ram lyrics he’s coming

- king critical lyrics

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