Suitcase Switch (feat. Verbal Kent)
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I have lived my life
I have dreamed my dreams
Now death take me away
Yeah, check it out, yeah, listen, uh
Ayo, my raps are like the facts of life
We are less alike
Your raps are gay
Just like the cast of Facts Of Life
Let me cast a light, shed it even
I don't give a fuck about getting even
Cause if I did I'd be at the crib in a Posture, a monster
Underneath the bed you're sleeping
Drink till I'm real real wildly
Grab a pen, can't stop me
Fuck around, rewrite Kill Bill
Have it with him and kill Bill Cosby
Have a pretty pretty pop in his asshole
Make him pop pills
Wake up, butt naked, ass up, pants tied
With his mouth all gagged, face down in the ground in a sand castle
I'm a motherfucking master, ask somebody
No asterisk, I body bag somebody
So acrobatic, I bet your acrobatic Inspector Gadget
Go and rob old Bo Jackson's body
Never been a better metaphor for a slinger
Show me a beat I ain't a 4-4 king of
And a fork over a four course dinner
I'mma put four little holes in a foe denim
You keep clothes in a suitcase bitch
I keep dough in a suitcase bitch
Two identicals do a suitcase switch
Pay me your Adrian Peterson swish
Maybe get rich, eating Gibson's on a Tuesday lunch
Got a hunch Tuesday you'll be at the Liquor
Boy Towne Center every Tuesday brunch
What am I living for?
The present future's not for me
I can't be what I want to be
So let me sail away
Suitcase switch
What am I living for?
The present future's not for me
I can't be what I want to be
So let me sail away
Suitcase switch
Now I lay me down to sleep
Bad bitch laying right next to me
Sexing me, wake up, beat that face with my diamond teeth
These niggas be downing me
These hoes should be crowning me
Crowning me, G.I. nigga, church
Crackhouse nigga stoked down the street
Which one you gon' run to?
How much bread can you run through?
Digging in the motherfucking pack now you
Can't make back what the dope man front you
Robbing and homicide, this what it come to
Black mask up when we come through
12 Gauge hit him in his ribs cause a
Motherfucker did what a nigga can't undo
Bloody murder, murder, nah nah can't take that back
Fuck the feds, I won't tell them shit
Go to my grave with that
Homeboy wanna go half on a brick
Yeah yeah I stay with that
Had some snitches slip through the clique
Might bring my pager back
I don't know why these niggas be downing me
These hoes should be crowning me
Cop a pound, a half a pound, a quarter pound, an ounce from me
Bought a bitch a pair of J's, she bagged the dope and count for me
New Jack City with her titties out
Turn around, see what this dick about
Young Gibbs
What am I living for?
The present future's not for me
I can't be what I want to be
So let me sail away
Suitcase switch
What am I living for?
The present future's not for me
I can't be what I want to be
So let me sail away
Suitcase switch
I have dreamed my dreams
Now death take me away
Yeah, check it out, yeah, listen, uh
Ayo, my raps are like the facts of life
We are less alike
Your raps are gay
Just like the cast of Facts Of Life
Let me cast a light, shed it even
I don't give a fuck about getting even
Cause if I did I'd be at the crib in a Posture, a monster
Underneath the bed you're sleeping
Drink till I'm real real wildly
Grab a pen, can't stop me
Fuck around, rewrite Kill Bill
Have it with him and kill Bill Cosby
Have a pretty pretty pop in his asshole
Make him pop pills
Wake up, butt naked, ass up, pants tied
With his mouth all gagged, face down in the ground in a sand castle
I'm a motherfucking master, ask somebody
No asterisk, I body bag somebody
So acrobatic, I bet your acrobatic Inspector Gadget
Go and rob old Bo Jackson's body
Never been a better metaphor for a slinger
Show me a beat I ain't a 4-4 king of
And a fork over a four course dinner
I'mma put four little holes in a foe denim
You keep clothes in a suitcase bitch
I keep dough in a suitcase bitch
Two identicals do a suitcase switch
Pay me your Adrian Peterson swish
Maybe get rich, eating Gibson's on a Tuesday lunch
Got a hunch Tuesday you'll be at the Liquor
Boy Towne Center every Tuesday brunch
What am I living for?
The present future's not for me
I can't be what I want to be
So let me sail away
Suitcase switch
What am I living for?
The present future's not for me
I can't be what I want to be
So let me sail away
Suitcase switch
Now I lay me down to sleep
Bad bitch laying right next to me
Sexing me, wake up, beat that face with my diamond teeth
These niggas be downing me
These hoes should be crowning me
Crowning me, G.I. nigga, church
Crackhouse nigga stoked down the street
Which one you gon' run to?
How much bread can you run through?
Digging in the motherfucking pack now you
Can't make back what the dope man front you
Robbing and homicide, this what it come to
Black mask up when we come through
12 Gauge hit him in his ribs cause a
Motherfucker did what a nigga can't undo
Bloody murder, murder, nah nah can't take that back
Fuck the feds, I won't tell them shit
Go to my grave with that
Homeboy wanna go half on a brick
Yeah yeah I stay with that
Had some snitches slip through the clique
Might bring my pager back
I don't know why these niggas be downing me
These hoes should be crowning me
Cop a pound, a half a pound, a quarter pound, an ounce from me
Bought a bitch a pair of J's, she bagged the dope and count for me
New Jack City with her titties out
Turn around, see what this dick about
Young Gibbs
What am I living for?
The present future's not for me
I can't be what I want to be
So let me sail away
Suitcase switch
What am I living for?
The present future's not for me
I can't be what I want to be
So let me sail away
Suitcase switch