Now or Never
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Bitch, what's ya' point?
I get Bit, like I'm Coin
I get Chips, like A-Hoy
Tell a hater, eat a dick, attaboy
Miss me with them noise
It's now or never, I will bet a thousand of the hottest Bill Cosby sweaters
Ya ain't got a shred of evidence, convincin' anybody yo' style's better
I don't spit bars, I lift bars, in the booth and in the gym, bitch
Think ya' shit hard, 'til ya gettin' scarred, thinkin' you was cool, ding-ding, bitch
Let's lace 'em up, I'll ace 'em up, 'til ya' face fucked, like ya' lady's, hah
And I 'on't even mean that yo' lady's ugly, I'm just sayin', boy, about the way she suck
Oh, damn, that's a low shot, my flows, Grant's, that's pro shot
My programs get mo' guap, my name's only gettin' mo' hot
Is it MEE-zus, or MAY-zoos? 'Til he dissed Cannon, no one fuckin' knew him
So he went, and named his album, "Fuck You", and "Fuck You, Too" is comin', soon
Damnit, I just let that cat out the bag, and I'm packin' a mac, in the back of the act
And I'm sad, 'cause I know about half of these rappers
Don't know who Big Pun is, what happened to rap?
What happened to back?
Back, as to back in the day, when you work, you ain't gettin' no tracks
So, I'm bringin' it back to when talent was actually what mattered
Instead of the platform you have
Yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck around, yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck with clowns
Yeh-yih, fuck around, find out it's sink or swim, when you fuckin' drown
Turn down, nope, I ain't able
'Less you talkin' 'bout turnin' down labels
'Bout, to turn over these turntables
Like Jesus did, in that there Bible
Bet, you looked at me, and thought that that is what I sound like
Aye, judgin' books by covers, half a second sound bites
Aye, he din't know colors made noises, he don't sound white
Aye, I swear, that's what most y'all sound like
Gay!
They say, I can't say that, I tell 'em, yes, I can
I tell 'em, fuck it, cross the line, Mexican
But, you won't catch me, how much you gon' bet me?
I kill what you write, even if I write lefty
Like, Lefty said in, Donnie Brasco, "Forget about it"
You Fugazi, won't do shit about it
You walk in alive, but you comin' out dead
Bitch, you run up on me, I'ma cut off ya' legs
Put these words on my life, every one that I said
'Cause, I spit every verse, like a gun in my hand
I get Bit, like I'm Coin
I get Chips, like A-Hoy
Tell a hater, eat a dick, attaboy
Miss me with them noise
It's now or never, I will bet a thousand of the hottest Bill Cosby sweaters
Ya ain't got a shred of evidence, convincin' anybody yo' style's better
I don't spit bars, I lift bars, in the booth and in the gym, bitch
Think ya' shit hard, 'til ya gettin' scarred, thinkin' you was cool, ding-ding, bitch
Let's lace 'em up, I'll ace 'em up, 'til ya' face fucked, like ya' lady's, hah
And I 'on't even mean that yo' lady's ugly, I'm just sayin', boy, about the way she suck
Oh, damn, that's a low shot, my flows, Grant's, that's pro shot
My programs get mo' guap, my name's only gettin' mo' hot
Is it MEE-zus, or MAY-zoos? 'Til he dissed Cannon, no one fuckin' knew him
So he went, and named his album, "Fuck You", and "Fuck You, Too" is comin', soon
Damnit, I just let that cat out the bag, and I'm packin' a mac, in the back of the act
And I'm sad, 'cause I know about half of these rappers
Don't know who Big Pun is, what happened to rap?
What happened to back?
Back, as to back in the day, when you work, you ain't gettin' no tracks
So, I'm bringin' it back to when talent was actually what mattered
Instead of the platform you have
Yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck around, yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck with clowns
Yeh-yih, fuck around, find out it's sink or swim, when you fuckin' drown
Turn down, nope, I ain't able
'Less you talkin' 'bout turnin' down labels
'Bout, to turn over these turntables
Like Jesus did, in that there Bible
Bet, you looked at me, and thought that that is what I sound like
Aye, judgin' books by covers, half a second sound bites
Aye, he din't know colors made noises, he don't sound white
Aye, I swear, that's what most y'all sound like
Gay!
They say, I can't say that, I tell 'em, yes, I can
I tell 'em, fuck it, cross the line, Mexican
But, you won't catch me, how much you gon' bet me?
I kill what you write, even if I write lefty
Like, Lefty said in, Donnie Brasco, "Forget about it"
You Fugazi, won't do shit about it
You walk in alive, but you comin' out dead
Bitch, you run up on me, I'ma cut off ya' legs
Put these words on my life, every one that I said
'Cause, I spit every verse, like a gun in my hand
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.25]Bitch, what's ya' point?
[00:04.25]I get Bit, like I'm Coin
[00:05.75]I get Chips, like A-Hoy
[00:07.25]Tell a hater, eat a dick, attaboy
[00:10.75]Miss me with them noise
[00:12.25]It's now or never, I will bet a thousand of the hottest Bill Cosby sweaters
[00:15.25]Ya ain't got a shred of evidence, convincin' anybody yo' style's better
[00:18.25]I don't spit bars, I lift bars, in the booth and in the gym, bitch
[00:21.50]Think ya' shit hard, 'til ya gettin' scarred, thinkin' you was cool, ding-ding, bitch
[00:24.43]Let's lace 'em up, I'll ace 'em up, 'til ya' face fucked, like ya' lady's, hah
[00:27.36]And I 'on't even mean that yo' lady's ugly, I'm just sayin', boy, about the way she suck
[00:30.40]Oh, damn, that's a low shot, my flows, Grant's, that's pro shot
[00:33.75]My programs get mo' guap, my name's only gettin' mo' hot
[00:37.00]Is it MEE-zus, or MAY-zoos? 'Til he dissed Cannon, no one fuckin' knew him
[00:40.00]So he went, and named his album, "Fuck You", and "Fuck You, Too" is comin', soon
[00:43.00]Damnit, I just let that cat out the bag, and I'm packin' a mac, in the back of the act
[00:46.25]And I'm sad, 'cause I know about half of these rappers
[00:47.85]Don't know who Big Pun is, what happened to rap?
[00:49.41]What happened to back?
[00:50.25]Back, as to back in the day, when you work, you ain't gettin' no tracks
[00:52.26]So, I'm bringin' it back to when talent was actually what mattered
[00:54.50]Instead of the platform you have
[00:55.62]Yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck around, yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck with clowns
[00:58.75]Yeh-yih, fuck around, find out it's sink or swim, when you fuckin' drown
[01:01.75]Turn down, nope, I ain't able
[01:03.25]'Less you talkin' 'bout turnin' down labels
[01:04.75]'Bout, to turn over these turntables
[01:06.25]Like Jesus did, in that there Bible
[01:08.00]Bet, you looked at me, and thought that that is what I sound like
[01:11.00]Aye, judgin' books by covers, half a second sound bites
[01:14.25]Aye, he din't know colors made noises, he don't sound white
[01:17.25]Aye, I swear, that's what most y'all sound like
[01:19.75]Gay!
[01:20.50]They say, I can't say that, I tell 'em, yes, I can
[01:23.50]I tell 'em, fuck it, cross the line, Mexican
[01:26.50]But, you won't catch me, how much you gon' bet me?
[01:28.00]I kill what you write, even if I write lefty
[01:29.50]Like, Lefty said in, Donnie Brasco, "Forget about it"
[01:31.50]You Fugazi, won't do shit about it
[01:32.75]You walk in alive, but you comin' out dead
[01:34.15]Bitch, you run up on me, I'ma cut off ya' legs
[01:35.75]Put these words on my life, every one that I said
[01:37.15]'Cause, I spit every verse, like a gun in my hand
[01:39.10]
[00:04.25]I get Bit, like I'm Coin
[00:05.75]I get Chips, like A-Hoy
[00:07.25]Tell a hater, eat a dick, attaboy
[00:10.75]Miss me with them noise
[00:12.25]It's now or never, I will bet a thousand of the hottest Bill Cosby sweaters
[00:15.25]Ya ain't got a shred of evidence, convincin' anybody yo' style's better
[00:18.25]I don't spit bars, I lift bars, in the booth and in the gym, bitch
[00:21.50]Think ya' shit hard, 'til ya gettin' scarred, thinkin' you was cool, ding-ding, bitch
[00:24.43]Let's lace 'em up, I'll ace 'em up, 'til ya' face fucked, like ya' lady's, hah
[00:27.36]And I 'on't even mean that yo' lady's ugly, I'm just sayin', boy, about the way she suck
[00:30.40]Oh, damn, that's a low shot, my flows, Grant's, that's pro shot
[00:33.75]My programs get mo' guap, my name's only gettin' mo' hot
[00:37.00]Is it MEE-zus, or MAY-zoos? 'Til he dissed Cannon, no one fuckin' knew him
[00:40.00]So he went, and named his album, "Fuck You", and "Fuck You, Too" is comin', soon
[00:43.00]Damnit, I just let that cat out the bag, and I'm packin' a mac, in the back of the act
[00:46.25]And I'm sad, 'cause I know about half of these rappers
[00:47.85]Don't know who Big Pun is, what happened to rap?
[00:49.41]What happened to back?
[00:50.25]Back, as to back in the day, when you work, you ain't gettin' no tracks
[00:52.26]So, I'm bringin' it back to when talent was actually what mattered
[00:54.50]Instead of the platform you have
[00:55.62]Yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck around, yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck with clowns
[00:58.75]Yeh-yih, fuck around, find out it's sink or swim, when you fuckin' drown
[01:01.75]Turn down, nope, I ain't able
[01:03.25]'Less you talkin' 'bout turnin' down labels
[01:04.75]'Bout, to turn over these turntables
[01:06.25]Like Jesus did, in that there Bible
[01:08.00]Bet, you looked at me, and thought that that is what I sound like
[01:11.00]Aye, judgin' books by covers, half a second sound bites
[01:14.25]Aye, he din't know colors made noises, he don't sound white
[01:17.25]Aye, I swear, that's what most y'all sound like
[01:19.75]Gay!
[01:20.50]They say, I can't say that, I tell 'em, yes, I can
[01:23.50]I tell 'em, fuck it, cross the line, Mexican
[01:26.50]But, you won't catch me, how much you gon' bet me?
[01:28.00]I kill what you write, even if I write lefty
[01:29.50]Like, Lefty said in, Donnie Brasco, "Forget about it"
[01:31.50]You Fugazi, won't do shit about it
[01:32.75]You walk in alive, but you comin' out dead
[01:34.15]Bitch, you run up on me, I'ma cut off ya' legs
[01:35.75]Put these words on my life, every one that I said
[01:37.15]'Cause, I spit every verse, like a gun in my hand
[01:39.10]