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[talking] uh, n-ggas talkin’ sh-t? these n-ggas talkin sh-t? look

f-ck it i’m my own man boss
i don’t accept gifts from enemies that’s trojan horse
life is a hard road, but i rode that course
and for the love of my people i’ll tote that cross
i’ll, blow that force like tornadoes
b-tches blocks gettin’ dropped, let’s call that legos
or tetris, gimme da mic, let me wreck this don’t test this
you disrespect this and you’s breakfast, bake ’em
i take iron chef the way make ’em
you the eggs and ya boy’s bacon, break ’em
bunch of bullsh-t occurred i ain’t scurred i’m just waitin’
i ain’t stirred, and i ain’t shaken
drink that, throw up on tracks f-ck where your sink’s at
critics inspect my raps, f-ck where your kinks at?
cause i like my flows flawless, i like my hoes drawers less
and when it comes to fist fights, i like my foes jaw-less
still gettin’ strangled though the microphones cordless
k!ll ’em on stage and dump the body in the audience
this is pure rawness, applaud this, it comes from where the core is
don’t ask where i’m from, ask where your wh0r- is
i’ll teach ya what war is, i been learned the art
thought i was only book smart, n-gga i’m also crook smart
tell you ’bout the risky business i done took part
but da d.a. be listenin’ knife and fork both sharp
i ain’t swimmin’ in a pond, i’mma full grown shark
lot of fishes where i’m from but i got a frozen heart
so if it’s love you on that show won’t start
you need to find a sensitive one and i’m no mozart
may seem offensive to some the sh-t they got me up on
i be gettin’ the bread, you be gettin’ the crumb
i be gettin’ ahead, you get looked down upon
i be gettin’ da head, you be gettin’ the p-rn
mayday, i’m feelin’ like ray j
feelin’ like maybe, i’ll be f-ckin’ on a b-tch named kk
that’s any kardashian, cause once your cashie on
they got a face ya could splish splish splashy on
the camera flashy on while we did it
but this a p-ssy horror fl!ck she be screamin’ while i k!ll it
i did it, she take the rubber say she gone rid it
nah b-tch don’t gimme no gimmick
i watch ya every move like a critic it’s cool call me a cynic
but i watched “the game” too, y’all be turkey bastin’ it
eggs! i flush every drip down to the dregs
then you needs to get the opposite “on” of my bed
she sit and she stares, like, i’mma go where?
i say you ain’t gotta go home, but get the f-ck outta here
no love for hoes, throw all her clothes
out the windows then i turn off my phones
deuces, i do’s it ruthless, un-fooled with cuteness
they say i’m rude, and atrocious, well process that
they called their cousins for me
they tried to run up on me then take four steps back
cause i got, apes and gorillas i call red backs
and they don’t hesitate n-ggas they push heads back
evil, make you n-ggas look feeble
they move more illegal than steven siegel
steven spielberg couldn’t write this script better
so i’m writin’ this letter
dear santa, this christmas, i’ll like to get a…
nine a 4-5, about a hundred clips
couple grenades, a shotgun for em n-ggas runnin’ lips
couple a-k’s so when i buck some i clear out a whole strip
come on man santa what’s wrong don’t be actin’ like no b-tch
he said i’m makin’ one trip and can’t get caught with all this sh-t
man f-ck it, i’ll send this letter to that n-gga tip

- soul major lyrics

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