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oscar biggs – a j’aican, a wop & the jew lyrics

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it’s king, ace, and biggs, we the crew
a j’aican, a wop and a m+th+f+ckin’ jew
2 out of 3 be french canadians too
but hiphop made us family, that’s the m+th+f+ckin’ truth
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew
the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew

yo i’m a king like mizery, i’m crazy like ace
get outta place with oscar biggs you’ll get punched in yo face
protect yo f+ckin’ neck kid i’m in a bad mood
my attitude’s like ravishing rick i’m rude
yo dude you can’t front quit actin’ like you get clout
in a few years you’ll be on the strip panhandling with a meth mouth
this is personal hiphop’s my life it’s more then business
if you diss this your carrer’ll be over by f+ckin’ christmas
word up you know me i’m with my posse
if not i’m probly gettin’ sloppy toppy from that b+tch audrey
you can spot me i’m legit one of the nicest
i put my own record out independently that sh+t is priceless
it’s like this montreal’s finest gone rock the spot
i’m lyrical royalty m+th+f+ckas give me my props
sh+t never stops i can’t i ain’t reach my prime yet
i’m a f+ckin’ rhyme vet with a vicious mindset
it’s king, ace, and biggs, we the crew
a j’aican, a wop and a m+th+f+ckin’ jew
2 out of 3 be french canadians too
but hiphop made us family, that’s the m+th+f+ckin’ truth
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew
the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew

the masked enemy with trap tendencies rap melodies
can’t step with me cats get smacked if they lack equity
the fact is i’m back with tracks that attract sentence me
i’m different get clapped by the straps that whacked kennedy
changing the drip i’ll change the lanes in my whip
contemplating aiming the stick maintaining dangerous sh+t
only flames that i spit you better watch the name that you diss
or we’ll antic+p+te how many sh+lls your cranium fits sh+t
too raw moving like u+hauls you dogs
too soft and get knocked out the park i’m albert pujols
who’s hard or more dope then me i’ll make you nod
if my rhymes was coke i’d leave you looking like rudolph ouuu god
i’m finna snap on the beat back to back platinum speech
gat packed in my jeans cadillac is matte black rims african green
so cold when i spoke death valley happened to freeze sheesh

it’s king, ace, and biggs, we the crew
a j’aican, a wop and a m+th+f+ckin’ jew
2 out of 3 be french canadians too
but hiphop made us family, that’s the m+th+f+ckin’ truth
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew
the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew
yo i remember days on the block stickin’ up liquor shops
lookin’ up to dudes in the spots stackin’ knots in they socks
till they got sent to the box and never came home
and mom was all alone we had to fend for our own
survival wasn’t an option hungers what we came off
that’s why we take ya money quick sl!ck like bernie madoff
cuz homie you ain’t nothing like me
i’m catchin’ more bodies that that dude john gotti
yeah i grab the 3+5+7, aim it at ya melon
and turn this 2+11 to f+ckin’ 187
cuz homie you can never fright me
i’m rockin’ more horror stories than bela lugosi
yeah all these fools drop once i let these tools pop
cuz yeah i am a wop but i don’t song no doo wop
b+tch i’m an animal, borderline f+ckin’ cannibal
been so long up in the game that i should write a manual

it’s king, ace, and biggs, we the crew
a j’aican, a wop and a m+th+f+ckin’ jew
2 out of 3 be french canadians too
but hiphop made us family, that’s the m+th+f+ckin’ truth
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew
the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew
if i ain’t leave you dead in the middle of little italy
i f+cked up the buck up you ain’t fit as a fiddle you crippled g
it’ll be a long life for you in a wheel chair
still should be grateful for life cuz you still here
i ain’t all looks yo i also got a fat brain
i’m bout to tear a new assh0l+ to the rap game
mad lame spitters hit me up for a feat yo
i’m like no b+tch this is art not a freak show
f+ck trash ass rappers i just can’t stand em
when i step in the room they egos shrink like f+ckin’ ant+man
y’all could run but you won’t go far
my rhymes are more deadly then the second world war
if i k!ll you i won’t regret it you too pathetic
shhh m+th+f+cka ma fongool just dead it
i adore hiphop and it’s the love of my life
but sometimes i gotta empty my nutts that’s why i f+ck with yo wife

yo it’s the j’aican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew
yeah it’s the jaican, the wop and the f+ckin’ jew too
it’s the j’aican, the wop and the m+th+f+ckin’ jew