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t.big casrey - panda jordan 23 (part 2) (part 3 the sequel) lyrics

[verse 1]

pull back, roll back
i kick back your thinking cap
have that, i think not
you ain’t setting up no shop
i k!ll for this real hip hop
20 minutes in, i k!ll this sh-t
let it breath, have ease,i’m calling my taxi
yellow cabs in manhattan
k!lling roots like a dead (bloww) dead season
(woooh)
watching that on t.v., c.b.s they see b.s
invest in microsoft, k!lling rappers till i’m well off
i’m letting these bullets off, y’all rappers don’t want it bad (wooo)
imma k!ll y’all just like a bullet, imma drive up just to the bucket
been had a destiny from a child, latoya luckett
all my boys got money in there pocket
can’t stop it, haters hate (infiltrate)
gaining weight not on a scale,getting money my skin is pale
first it’s wale then it’s wallae, my homies got prom dates
i’m starting trends like bill gates, never safe for sleeping late
go inside your bed, keep those raps in your head
in my mind, you want me to cry, is this the punishment
came outta school with no tuition
now they act like i owe em something
(wooh) (wooh)
breaking records like guinness, i be picking up every penny
you can’t stop me from making money
leave me here i’m never lonely
chilling out here with my homies, time me, where’s tommy
my gun lyric take off, half of the set of migos
they k!lling sh-t like free throws , it’s easy for them
imma do my sh-t ,need n0body to co sign my sh-t
everybody get a chance at life, k!ll you (bu) (bu)
where’s the crazy glue
tie him up, roll him up, show him we don’t never give up
wrap him up in lyrics, beats never finish, i ain’t done eating spinach
might eat that chocolate without that radish
wishing and hoping these rappers all vanish
i am the beast of the east
doing sh-t like kobe, that never was the old me
now i’m doing sh-t crazy, never lazy, do it on the daily
leave me here with my babies
she must really be a single mother, i won’t bother to talk about it
never stopping , keep going ,keep flowing ,keep growing
showing em something uh
pull up in the party all night, imma do this sh-t all night
i don’t ever do what you like, fist fight going down tonight
diss me i don’t act polite, speaking like tommy polight
so my name is thompson m-1
and if everyone challenge me i k!ll everyone
n0bodies hotter
i find biggie and pac’s k!ller quicker than a shot spotter (wooh)
never dought it, i’m a g-p-s sh-ts re-routed, never clouded
why these new rappers act r-t-rded, dont blame me
i don’t speak english only j-panese, love my asians, mess with us
that bruce lee kicking back harder than a snare 808 drop
like a missile in the air
people below asking me where did it come from
radiation ate a piece of your eardrum, mike tyson
you advancing, you advising
you couldn’t even fly if you wanted to
no need to argue
i don’t have to convince you, your stupid, these rappers light work
push em to the side, she glide up in my dm’s her silly behind
i’m one of a kind
do i have to remind you blind people, faking ,acting, kind
just want a payroll, here i got a present for you
crazy glue shut yo mouth
when we go out , not one word from you
this the last time i’m gonna tell you
that your opinion is not relevant
no artist goes the hardest like casrey, drop this tape in one day
you stay far away from my murderous flow
you never knew i was (ku) (ku)
i’m ryu on steroids
go call the boys in blue ,i’m breaking threw your igloo
i k!ll beats like swine flu, you terrified his bars multiplied
o’my im scared of this guy, he looks crazy will he hit me silly
only if you disrespect me, i need a real g, that could stay by me
never lie, never fold, hit a beat hard, till it breaks the centerfold
y’all rappers weak like injures
i always had rap in my jeans here read it in my dungarees
you walk no applauds, cops k!ll blacks no minaj
i got alotta rappers
careers for sale come to my house garage
there perfect for disposal
they married hip hop with a proposal, she denied there approval
i’m picking up a shuffle, to dig deep into my core being
to tell truth’s i never believed in delivering (wooh)
rappers are shivering scared wondering will he k!ll us with lyrics
or body dismembering
need no clearance into hip hop my bars ain’t cheap
my bars on fleek , i got wide body bars, they fill up the hole street
you ain’t elite, i smash your head against the concrete
you can’t beat me when my lyrics propel into orbit
you rappers going against the best , welcome to my office
to join me make a deposit
just to sit and be my slave for my four hour conference
i’m lebron james in the eastern conference, show biz been easy
come squeeze my baking soda like a lil uzi, so my money longer
put your fist in my hand and it turn to powder
you can’t rip the mic like me
god is speaking through me
he gave me the ammo
i need to have you bowing down to your knees
saying please casrey please give me some mercy, (never)
my bars blades they stop waves
max b’s the handle y’all get k!lled by the tip
and here’s a tip
never challenge a man who got lyrical guns like tip (wooh)
let bullets fly off of the top, off of the rip
i’m montana on the strip
locking my jaw is what haters really think
you mad cause you stink
get off the tip of my sip of my drink, i loaded a clip of knowledge
so don’t you trip, you better plead the fifth
cause i’m feeling to blitz
cold storm,got charm, loaded arms, first amendment
wait which ones the first and second
ready with a machete if emcees get petty, letty in fast 7
going hard till 9-11, emergencies happened
couldn’t believe what my homies saw when that happened
people blame the g-o-v for that result, they never listened
i’m thomas edison with the bulb, i catapult
no it’s all your fault stop hating
k!ller motto, win the lotto, going postal, bite a apple
hit a sucker like hakuna matata, i don’t speak english
i rather k!ll rappers with a fire squad
i sit high on my throne like a tripod
you ain’t sh-t, you jumping ship like lemony snicket
i got plenty of scary sh-t
be prepared your unaware what i could do here
i don’t fight fair got steel in my hand (uniware)
your body lie’ing there, you get defeated i’m turning this up
to the next level, panda down, referee finish the three count
you rappers are losers ,(ha),i did this in one count
i got a full ounce of gasoline to split your spleen
into rice and peas
don’t agree you cramped with bees, they bite like ticks
i got guns like bill hicks, my bars loaded like compression kits
i go in for the win, like news reporters, you short of awesome
my rhymes are cost full, uh
you learned about my online presence from my many articles
i run circles around all you turtles, you too slow, i blow for sho
that elbow cool it down, show me now
how to eat my mac and cheese
you know me now from letting off on these beats, (wooh)
every known human bred disease
this that part 3 riding over my enemies, lie for me, you never did
but you claim we knew each other since kids
i dispose your body in the hotel lobby, everybody looking
look where he put all the 2016 rappers
in the attic i got a mummy
it open up your lungs and tummy,i’m going dummy
on this track like a loser honey, never that ,hear that, feel that
wicked sound in your ears, i ball often open up your coffin
stay deep, real rappers like me
came outta the mud to raise high you get k!lled by a drive by
don’t live in chicago what did you expect, my neck and throat
channel the possession like a t.v. remote
i’m focused, you hopeless, your cropped out, mad at me
i happyfully take you outta your misery
drop a diss track i rip you to streds
i’m taking off your head, o no he bled
now this is the reason why i can’t go to bed
he talked so much smack
till he couldn’t fight back, body drop funeral flow
lead the ceremony on

[outro]
(wooh) dead panda, panda 23, this is panda jordan 23 part 2 part 3 the sequel k!ll it

- t big casrey lyrics

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