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m-boogie - someone to hate lyrics

born allah…
sweet daddy grace…
the supreme being…
love allah…
ill boogie…

rap is my b-tch, but right now she got me p-ssed
let these n-ggas f-ck for a buck
d-mn i mis-chocked, you platinum plus but it still sucks
west-coast stuff without a khakis and a ??

but i ain’t giving up, the chronic and hennessey on my pistol rip paw
you fools busting cats in they raps
but can’t take it when they raps bust back
so i be like “yo f-ck these emcees”

i’m in a record store spitting on emcees, these
my att-tude rock is l’s with a golden nameplate and a kango
that’s why rappers is getting strangled
they call me, jack the ripper when i’m off the liquor

i smoke chronic, is raw spitting in ebonics
if you want it, you got it
but you gotta call me ‘your highness’
cause me and my n-ggas we’s going to bring the ruckus, so f-ck it
born allah is out for them duckets
with n-ggas with straps hit rats rolling in them buckets

[chorus]
born allah, can’t hide y’all, chief big b-lls
sweet daddy amazing grace came to blaze the place
raise the states, keep the hotness in your milk crates
and you can come to me if you’re looking for someone to hate

“next time we bring it to these f-ggots we ain’t playing”
“you and your squad better praise the real god”
“i was born, the a-l-l-a-h”

yo, lyrically i don’t even see you fools is rappers
b-tch -ss n-ggas sagging smiling for the cameras
wannabe gangsters, o.d.’ed on mafia-movies
dreamsy you smoking cigars, rolling with uzi’s
you tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie

you really not the ill n-gga that you claim to be (you’se a phony)
all g-ssed up by ya people, before coming to me have a pholie and a primo
death wish, cause this a fist fight to music
i’m closing on rappers and make them feel claustrophobic
i wait in the den for you to come out the closet

it be the fourth of july, but ain’t nothing hopping
shocking, i found out about your lil’ girl robin
f-cking a neighborhood felon with no protection
my erection is hard, cause i’m guard on the rap
arm, leg, leg, arm, arm, head, enough said

[ chorus ]
i spit refusely, my pin abused losely
who got beef? fool we all court in the street
i keep a p-noid, watching from across the room
standing like a b-boy

fool you ain’t the one, you just a decoy
kneeled before me like sallat
starving like ramadan, lyrical phenomenon
born, watch out, strike like lightning

should i be writing, get motherf-ckers in the fighting
it’s on, my lyrics come in the form of a fetus
thirty bars on labor, now you giving birth for dope sh-t
every track i rip is like a birth-certificate
floor the mothership with these dibs, puffing canibus
can you stand this, righteous man from los angeles
notorious lyricist, trying overcome and gimmick sh-t
most of them just mimic it, biting a little bit
but don’t trip, we going squash that sh-t

[chorus]

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