50 feat. MellowHype

歌詞

[Verse 1] I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense Straining my gluteus, f*cking hungry hippopotamus You n*ggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness Is what I was raised around as a child I'd rather chuck up my middle finger than give a b*tch a smile Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothaf*ckin' stapler? [Interlude] Uh, you hear that sh*t? Ay, run that sh*t back Yeah, that sh*t hot, n*gga [Verse 2] Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothaf*ckin' stapler? Good grades on the wall, n*ggas hate to see me do it major I'm just a leader of my team and I ain't afraid of traitors Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused B*tches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews [Hook (x2)] Sock a buster in his jaw F*ck the police, break the law Twist your fingers up, grip your balls If you ain't got heart you ain't got sh*t at all [Bridge (x2)] Where your homies at? They'll get f*cked up too Where your grandma at? She'll get f*cked up too Where your b*tch at? She'll get f*cked up too Where the roof at? We'll stomp that b*tch through Here we go n*ggaro, I'll sing Figaro, Figaro Chucking up the divigolo burning bodies in a (?) [Verse 3] Aww, mothaf*cka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on Clancy said I'm late for my flight, well he better hold on Can't wait 'til I f*ckin' buy me a jet, there gon' be some hoes on it Just blow O's on it, count dough on it Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don't it? Sh*t, I'll take a life for my moment's moment Contract your own sale, f*ck a deal, you're in a option Turn the bass up, get mothaf*ckas to go sh*t Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove If n*ggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one You call this brand new, to me it's Santa Cruz Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise Catch me on MTV or your local channel news In London recording to Fuse, I'm the man that confused I'm f*cking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy But I ain't saying it to your mothaf*ckin' brain, skull [Hook (x2)] Sock a buster in his jaw F*ck the police, break the law Twist your fingers up, grip your balls If you ain't got heart you ain't got sh*t at all