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sir hop - medusa lyrics

(hook)
i saw medusa, thought that i could seduce her
if i could pull it off, i know just how imma use her
that sh-t was hard, sh-t made me hard
i’m completely stoned, don’t even start
i saw medusa, thought that i could seduce her
if i could pull it off, i know just how imma use her
that sh-t was hard, sh-t made me hard
i’m completely stoned, don’t even start

(verse)
post up and scope like -ss-ssin characters
post up and scope like black ops
we them boys who surp-ssed the barrier
put the game on padlock
every city i go to i find p-ssy and a weed man
e-every city i go to i find p-ssy and a weed man
broke outchea doin’ playa sh-t before you ever saw me on a fader list
shoulda made you n-ggas pay for this
or only served y’all a taste of this
seen my n-ggas get records stolen
now i move with caution not paranoia
hard drives in the backpack with a laptop and a quarter sack
yeah i got that water, jack
that j-u-ice
i’m runnin’ for the bills
i’m j-u-ice
if you the quarterback
i’m jerry rice
you take sacks, i catch flights
i take risks, you take breaks
you act like you know it all, i own up to my mistakes
see y’all gone learn that i been great
never have i had to inflate my images for no ingrates
i follow my own template

(verse)
see i done made my way around all of your blocks and i’m done with you guys
in retrospect, i still wonder why i thought it was cool to run with you guys
now i realize
i was wasting time, i was wasting effort
i was in the street tryna share my blessings
tryna make equals outta lesser
meanwhile, they were meant to be workers
seein’ how when it was time to do, they was steady dyin’
while they died i was steady doin’
pushin’ knicks like patrick ewing
karl malone, i’m the mailman how i push the envelope
roll expensive dope on the block i post
n-ggas do the most everywhere i go
rep the city from coast to coast
when you winning you supposed to boast
how you humble on the big screen?
started off with a big dream
years later doin’ big things
bad b-tch, and i need her number
if life’s a b-tch then i need her number
if karma’s a b-tch then i need her number
all three is gone get this lumber
seen medusa, said i need that head
grabbed her -ss by the snake dreads
she let me get it and i left her dead
didn’t matter what the people said
at her crib i seen n-ggas who tried
at her crib i seen n-ggas who died
at her crib, i was h-lla cozy
n-gga stone cold on the inside

- sir hop lyrics

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