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mc - statement lyrics

[verse 1]
coming at mc’s head? wrong sport this ain’t boxing
fake n-ggas made in china , cut you up like unboxing
so messy in this room , real n-ggas getting boxed in
imma give n-ggas brooms , n-ggas geoffrey and i.m like carlton
i wanna move to the moon , i hate n-ggas might like martians
heard you got money moves? n-gga move i might march in
heard you got a hundred goons? well i might need a hundreed tools
and i”m coming through , with the bomber too slaying n-ggas like a hundreed jews
coming up with that line , probably ain’t getting my hundreed jewels
love me hate me , your take n-gga pick or choose
mo warnings , no calls booming through like you hit the snooze
when the clock hits midnight, endzone like victor cruz
mc with the dance moves, he wants the honeys too
you got hitters? well i got sluggers too
money buy anything , love , friends and hitters too
comcrete jungle , d-north it’s a living zoo
lions , tigers , snakes , pigs and rats too
monkey see , monkey do , i’m taking yours and his too

[bridge]
hey yo f-ck going on? it’s mc pat put it in caps
we destroy and we rebuild you dig?
cowards get out and real n-ggas stay
if you know your hip-hop you know what the f-ck i’m talking about
they say the north is over , never was and never will watchu mean?
ey yo p-ss me the f-cking wood man , n-ggas got me hot foreal
might as well put my sh-t on rap g*nius , n-ggas ain’t even on my f-cking level
and by the way i know d-mn well martiasn don’t live on the f-cking moon man , sh-t had to rhyme. you dig?

[verse 2]
these n-ggas acting out , these n-ggas wild n out
i’m eminem , you a nick canon took a n-gga b-tch watchu talking about?
i’m all up in your face , i’m next up to the plate,hit it b-lls deep, homme runnn hmmmmm that’s a no doubt
came back from the injury , like pg n-gga f-ck a scout
the mailman with the package at your doorstep like a boy scout
dmx let the dogs out ,no bmx let the bikes out, if the bullets hit , it leaves a blood trail like some dirty rocks on a bad route
i’m counting 1,2,3,4 rappers with the same sound
what the f-ck going on? y’all got the same swing on the same mound
bag pack rapper , can’t catch me on a greyhound
i’m on a diet called counting greens, counting bills loosing pounds
gets paranoid when i puff green, fidgety like a bloodhound
how many trackings i got? oh man i lost count
in montreal to break havoc , then i”m on to the next town
keep braging , keep talking, be humble n-gga sit down
all black that’s very bari, eyes on me like i’m wearing fendi
if i need a jugg, i got jop on the phone line for a hail mary
we the north we the north , locked and loaded just like lowry
hit the b-tch one time , man im stressing i’ll call maury
dirty north dirty north, we look clean but our minds dirty
mc this mc that , when i see n-ggas then it’s another story
kswing in the backseat, rolling up that icky sticky
need a drop , need a lift speed dial i call berdy
rush hour rush hour, stop b-tching and get busy
mask on mask off , hiding sh-t like a d-mn proxy
why my pc be bl–dy? inject like a d-mn iv
all a n-gga really want , credit cards and then id’s
future bright as my face , no bumpy road no acne
i done hit a n-gga up on facebook and ig
let me put some money up , and get me some wild g’s
and all the n-ggas on the block, screaming soowoo like yg

- mc lyrics

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