**** you

Uh, lean it back a little (lean it back)
Move your head back (dead head)
This ain't nothing sweet (nothing sweet)
Just the beat is sweet (true)
Everything I'mma say is from the flesh (speak the truth, god)
Feel me (I feel you, feel)

See me, I've seen the world and try to bring you along
Maybe with a song, or maybe with a bong
That helps you rap cats rhyme along
I ain't change my style, just my style came back
Still a lethal weapon longer than Smith & Wesson made gats
Got raps that are toxic like pilots high off meth in cockpits
I pop shit, so you understand just what you're getting with
What you standing there for like you a narc in the dark
While your bitches swimming upstream to the stage like they were carp
And their car's parked bumping while my beat is humping her
Dented her face up, my ice medallion
Was in her face while I was fucking her
I'm kidding, I freak mics and not ice
I speak a language more foreign than dick to born dykes
Been above the clouds more times than you cats been off your block
Keep faces dented like cars in LA that are rented
I've meant 99% of things I usually said
P-Nice always says I'm nice off the top of my head
I'm glad after all this time, my rhymes have stuck through
And if they haven't, real simple: fuck you

You don't like the way I'm spitting this? Fuck you
You don't like the way I'm getting this? Then fuck you
Acting like you don't care, son, then fuck you
Throw them fingers in the air, son, fuck you
You don't like the way I'm spitting this? Fuck you
You don't like the way I'm getting this? Fuck you
Acting like you don't care, son, fuck you
Throw them fingers in the air, son, and fuck you

Uh, no games, no games
Smooth it out a little
Yeah, bring it back, do that

Now most of y'all can't call it if a phone was attached to it
Everyone says they're in it for the love but there's a catch to it
Adjust your watch to it, me? I'd rather not do it
You can feel what I'm spitting, and
Still not understand like most underhand
And can't show a young man how to fuck all them cows
They just want a nut, and then what, pimp strut?
You ain't shit, so if you a man and you holding down your fam
Or you a chick with a central with ten nails on your hand
And you running from beast
And you love the state of hip-hop be it north, south, west, or east
And you live for grease, Dre and my man Swizz Beats
And you fucking from Serchlite, Ruff Ryders, and Dilated peeps
J5 to J-Live, Good Vibes to Slum V
Then you down with 3B, so repeat after me

You don't like the way I'm spitting this? Fuck you
You don't like the way I'm getting this? Fuck you
You act like you don't care, son? Fuck you
And throw them fingers in the air, son, and fuck you
You don't like the way I'm spitting this? Fuck you
You don't like the way I'm getting this? Fuck you
Act like you don't care, son? Fuck you
My fingers are in the air, son, fuck you

Serchlite, 3rd Bass (true)
Big Search, Apollo 13 (new name)
You never thought I'd come back (never thought that)
Be-otches, haha, stank bitches
For the German coalition (true, true)
For the European coalition (true, true)
For my Asian coalition (true, true)
Icelandic coalition (true, true)
South African coalition (true, true)
And my fam in the US, God bless (God bless)
One, one love
Shout out to P-Nice, Steve Lo-Bizzy
Stone Rivers, about to make it happen
Hahahahahahahaha
Fuck your girl to this
Or ladies, fuck your man to this
Equal opportunity fucking, hahaha
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