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vic spencer - 93 mike n starks lyrics

[verse 1: vic spencer]
uh
another moon rotated, i am the greatest, you hatin’
you just mad that you will never make it (ha)
i sound like a old ass teacher, you ain’t gon’ be sh+t
rap been hurtin’ for years, it really need vic
if i wasn’t here it would be in shamble
put yo’ life up to gamble
i get the knife and i stamp you
all them weak ass albums that dropped, y’all heard ’em (yall heard em)
cafeteria life how we serve ’em (hm)
n+ggas with the guns, triggers to ya’ lungs, ya’ ligaments is done, ya’ dinner was the crumbs
n+ggas can’t eat right, i stayed up looking for you for three nights
no rapper ever made me rewrite
better off being cool with me, look at all of the ones who didn’t
they not on nothing, i’m not kidding
like a chick that decided not to have babies
i’m half crazy maybe, old and still rappin’, call me jay z
i got a spades, runnin’ ’em all, gun in the throne
running them zone, make ya’ lungs collapse then i’m gone (ow)
globe work, my hands touchin’ the seat
name one rapper that’s f+cking with me
tick, tick, tick, tick
i’ll wait but i’ma still rap my ass off
i’m still gonna k!ll at will for what i ask for
all i ever want is respect, f+ck all that other sh+t
sick of y’all thinking y’all as tough as bricks
volcano eruption kits, the jazz in my ear from a live band
bury you in dry land (ew)
i land after i land in the frying pan
still politicking with the gans (gans)
devastating blows crushing the cans, don’t need to ask me my plans
i’m backed by what rhymes with flopping up ya’ hands
in ya’ life, please don’t make this sh+t a big scene
got a new whip, keep the sh+t clean
[verse 2: johnny storm]
put the lavenders in a glass vase and watch it grow
three hoes on this boat, know my oochie wally flow
fly intros, karate kick you out the window
top down while i’m plottin’ on, it’s presidential
shout out to my first lady earth, she birth babies long before the world blow
p+ssy make the world go
ball like globetrotters [?] cosign remember quarter waters with a dollar bag of pork rinds
rap science, i be spittin’ a formaldehyde
i was trapping back when n+ggas’ dawg urkel died
no more down payments, i’m ’bout to up the price
me and vic like ’93 starks ‘n mike
from ny to the chi, on foenem
one gold chain ain’t enough, i need four’a them
the [?] taking its toll
i got the drive in my eyes just to stay on the road
i sun n+ggas, boy, don’t get me started
eatin’ tomato alfredo in jodie mama’ garden
you got it all twisted
don’t get paid ’til you complete the mission
no half+assing bad habits in this coalition
back to business ’cause my baby gotta eat tonight
the money grow on trees ever since the weed was legalized
’bout to double down
f+ck a drought, we ’bout to make ’em drown
free the wave

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