56 Bars (Swizz Beatz)
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Oh man, yo, yo, Swiffy, Swiffy, Swiffy, Swiffy
Get busy, I got you, dawg, let's do it
I mean, it's nothing, how long? Okay
This ain't no, son
This ain't no, this ain't no shit that we
Just put together, you know what I mean?
C'mon, son, we been, we been working on this robot, let's do it
I make moves that get me where I'm going
Break fools that act like they ain't know it
High scoring d'zown with the d'zark 'cause that's that kid
Amass that kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me, you ain't shit
Fucking faggot, you know I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga, I wouldn't even think about fucking with you
But I bet now I know your man is thinking twice 'bout who to fuck with
Shit is getting bad, I'm robbing niggas I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot
So I'ma torture this nigga's little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, that ain't trying to house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse shit
When I punch you in your mouth, bitch
Ahh, a nigga broken off quick
Here's to Sanny May choking off dick
How you feel eating dinner with a straw for you to suck through?
Fuck me? No, fuck you, now I gots to touch you
Fucking bitch sucking dick like a jockstrap
Put the Glocks back, trying to be the first nigga that shot back
Got that? Can't get it with you, you
Know where you gon' be laying, right?
I'm telling you that, you know what the fuck I'm saying, right?
You will respect this 'cause it gets reckless when I cut the
Du-duh-du-duh, du-duh-du-duh, it be like, what the? No
But it's too late, 'cause the heatseeker done found the heat
The concrete done found your meat
Guts hitting the ground, still hot, steam coming off him
Eyes rolled back in his head, the coffin of chunks of flesh
And niggas I roll with is monks of death
Beating punks to death
Ain't nothing left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments and dried up blood on my knife
Motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on, it's on
Ripping the casket with shades 'cause your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid
But you made it hot with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Then take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishing
My mission is almost complete
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Get busy, I got you, dawg, let's do it
I mean, it's nothing, how long? Okay
This ain't no, son
This ain't no, this ain't no shit that we
Just put together, you know what I mean?
C'mon, son, we been, we been working on this robot, let's do it
I make moves that get me where I'm going
Break fools that act like they ain't know it
High scoring d'zown with the d'zark 'cause that's that kid
Amass that kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherfucker, if you ain't me, you ain't shit
Fucking faggot, you know I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga, I wouldn't even think about fucking with you
But I bet now I know your man is thinking twice 'bout who to fuck with
Shit is getting bad, I'm robbing niggas I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot
So I'ma torture this nigga's little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, that ain't trying to house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse shit
When I punch you in your mouth, bitch
Ahh, a nigga broken off quick
Here's to Sanny May choking off dick
How you feel eating dinner with a straw for you to suck through?
Fuck me? No, fuck you, now I gots to touch you
Fucking bitch sucking dick like a jockstrap
Put the Glocks back, trying to be the first nigga that shot back
Got that? Can't get it with you, you
Know where you gon' be laying, right?
I'm telling you that, you know what the fuck I'm saying, right?
You will respect this 'cause it gets reckless when I cut the
Du-duh-du-duh, du-duh-du-duh, it be like, what the? No
But it's too late, 'cause the heatseeker done found the heat
The concrete done found your meat
Guts hitting the ground, still hot, steam coming off him
Eyes rolled back in his head, the coffin of chunks of flesh
And niggas I roll with is monks of death
Beating punks to death
Ain't nothing left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments and dried up blood on my knife
Motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on, it's on
Ripping the casket with shades 'cause your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid
But you made it hot with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Then take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishing
My mission is almost complete
This message will self-destruct in two seconds
Beep