1.Midwest Choppers
Lyricist：Reginald Easterwood, Demario Epps, Kris Kalico, Aaron Dontez
Yates
Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this
You know what I'm sayin'
KCMO, KCK, you know what I'm sayin'
That's how we do it, Tech N9ne in this place
Trying to produce a record, say what
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
When I say pop it up I mean deal it at the turn of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it, where the rapper niggas
They clappin' up and now they tell everyone
Misery loves company so we done with thee
Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route
My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life
'Cause you ran your mouth, mouth
We can sing or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a shame
That you came and got drained
And listen man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
We can sing or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a shame
That you came and got drained
And listen man stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
Find the witness to murderers monologue of a minute
Come out of a sinister formidable place
I can let you know the in's and the out's and I can spit it
wicked
Twisted and you can see by the look of my face
Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, tangle it
Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it
Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who
Pock 'em and block 'em why can't you get it, we dangerous
Came to get strange with it, bang with it
Stop and get a little untamed with it
Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully with a hoodie
Soon to get up and take him out or split cane with it
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise？ Killers who chop you
We gotta stop you, pop you partner, you gawfin'
Get up outta the way when Techa N9ne be bustin'
Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison
I'ma light 'em up and get in your head again
I'm better than ever, never let 'em feather
Invest it, be fed it since it separated
Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine I'ma
(Choppa, Choppa, Choppa)
Automatic kickin' the ammunition
Killin' the competition know it ain't nobody
(Hotta, Hotta, Hotta)
Damagin' everythin' and everybody you know we on a mission
Listen to me, how can I make you understand I'm a general？
Even if you poppin' the competition in minimal
Can't see the killers
And you can bet that we criminal
The thing inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go
So I'ma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows
And I'm about to be up on top of this and truly be bustin'
Beggin' for mercy you punk I ain't givin' you nothin', nothin'
We can sing or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a shame
That you came and got drained
And listen man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
We can sing or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a shame
That you came and got drained
And listen man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
Never worry we be the best whenever somebody take the bite
Ain't talkin' about women, I'm talkin' about paper
Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already coded
They're wounded, they're competition would for sure
The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made company
Tough with or with the Baretta tucked right under my sweater
And we hide it in the lot where the blood of my killas
Be keepin' the apartment, partner you tight but my dealers are
better
We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for dinner
The Guillotine will chop your hands of and throw 'em out the
window
We're too critical for you well your walkin' away lookin' so
ridiculed
Why ADDB we be the number one contenders
When they come to the street whats the post on the block
For the killa I'ma liftin' my middle finger up to the cop
So on the way to the studio we go 'bout makin' another hot track
They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin'
lots
And approach to the definition of a soldier
My opposition is the my cultural future
I split like atomic and anybody MOY I'ma fond of make
Me and my killer guerrillas willin' 'cause we're the corner boys
They tryin to battle 'cause they want our position
But they ain't never gettin' in it, because the music is bigger
here
Like I told you we're number one competitors dealin'
We'll connect with them to the top
And then we'll stop till they get the millions
In the hone of the century they been walkin' the limbo
Chemistry you can never cross with them
Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite
You can try to read us, you can try to beat us
Try to get your speed up but it ain't gon' matter
'Cause after we get bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter
We takin' over the network, Tech N9ne is the master, master
We can sing or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a shame
That you came and got drained
And listen man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
We can sing or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a shame
That you came and got drained
And listen man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
(Yelling my voice out loud)
I get to representin' the city, get the cane
Holla your brain 'cause I'm a disaster
Dalima get ready, get decibel comin' atcha
Leave 'em in a predicament 'cause I'm a style master
And I'm impressionable now, just so ya know
I make 'em sweat 'cause I'm best with the flow
Whenever you wanna flex, we can go, keep stressin' your code
And I'd rather make you dance on the floor
Midwest's gonna flow like, she'll flow with the more strike
'Cause the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we glow like with the more strike with the fire
Baby, now you need to say it off
'Cause I'm sippin' on heindig and bustin'
Like your sendin' your enemy's now
Irritated with the haters that be comin' around
So I kick it like a brother but with a African style
Meetin' with them I' really sure so, I'm too sick for a cure so
And no need for a doctor my bod won't work
Late in makin' yo nerves straight 'cause they caught ya
Hands down when I popped ya, now
Let's take a trip to the back of your real guilt
Strange individual with the mettle to ill skill
Public outnumber howlin' with the bro's was real screwed
Get down 'cause the talks could be farce and big wheels
Talk with it, let me act like you get tough with it
When they talk, come out of truck's bitichin'
Often there's crane's, you know
Killers gonna be devoted to leavin' yo bodies smokin'
But really you can't get down, what is it？ An exchange problem
'Cause whenever I'm bustin' it's like a full heart stopper
Dalima, Tech N9ne, Kaliko with D-Loc
Rippin' up with the flow 'cause we Midwest Choppers
We can sing or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a shame
That you came and got drained
And listen man, stay in your lane
(Midwest Choppers)
We can sing or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether it's fame or we can aim
Release your brains, it ain't no thing
(Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm sayin'
We livin' in pain and it's a shame
That you came and got drained
And listen man, stay in your lane
Nigga nigga you better act right, get right
'Cause I'm the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest
bad-ass's
Hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip incredible
Like to knock the head of a several
Diggy, diggy down what'cha piggy found
At the c-c-clownin' house Is bound for your town diggy, diggy,
diggy
And if you lookin' for the sound it can be found
With the nigga wearin' the crown, are you really with me？
And when you hear it then nigga then zip it
De-zip it, make you want to reposition your pivot
When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it
And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and forget
it, stop
I write and keep babblin' on or rapplin' off at the mouth
While we travelin' when were diggin' it
I'll speakin' about the things that I'll be doin'
Couple a scoop and I pop my mouth free stylin'
But the road with you and you and you
And I can stop with the drop of the Caribou
And if they see me pop and their still with you and you
And I won't hesitate to chop you until you, what they do with
you？
And if you lookin' for the betterer the betterer to combust
You got the Cali gun for fun
And if you throw people some black attitude
When you attack 'em on the check-amo, they putting down the gun
That Dalima is a chopper, D-Loc a chopper
That Tech N9ne's a chopper
Kaliko will knock your block off
You never see it come and hit you
When we gonna get runner, we walk off
'Cause is more than breath we want
And we come in here headhuntin'
But we won't stop till we get to the top
Givin' the way that we're Midwest Chop, ya
Strange music bitch, seven years of excellence
T on T and N, 9 and E, real numbers bitch
Now from us to you, Tech N9ne collabo's
Welcome to Misery Loves Company, and for all the haters
Fuckin' peasants, suit you, mother fucker, figure it out
2.That Box
[＊＊ feat. Big Krizz Kaliko, Greed, Kutt Calhoun and Skatterman ＆
Snug Brim：]
Turn me up a little bit louder rob＊
Cause I want all the ass shaker to feel this shit yadda mean,
tech n9ne
Ha, check it out, ya
I'm lookin' for that little lady with a lotta butt
So I can get ya to my crib and throw that bottom up
I hope you got enough, we rock G spots
Neighbors be complainin' when I make your pussy beat box
Yea
I like how that sound
Front desk callin' telling' us to hold it down,
Nox because we rollin' off dem mollipops
We rebel and ghetto like wyan-da da- dotte
Waddup, KCMO kck nigga
North kansas city throw pussy everyday nigga
This shit right here nigga, is fo the real thizzlas
Cash makers, ass shakers stackin' trill figures
We've got a lot of it tech nina just gotta hit
Other niggas worship the couchie but I'm the god of it
Ya I'm on some holla shit even though nina got a bitch
I love the way you wiggle and wobble it, it's so marvelous
So hey hey hey baby tell me what ya say,
Tell that nigga that-a-way and freak monday thru saturday
The way you pop it's an incredible scene
I'm trying to tell ya baby girl I wanna to get inbetween (that
box)
Ain't nothing betta or wetta than that box
How can I ved and get up in that box
You keep my head up and fed up in that box
Lady in your box, baby and that box
Ain't nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
How can I ved and get up in that box
You keep my head up and fed up in that box
Lady in your box, baby and that box
Been trying to get in since I got out
I get into any of 'em, many of 'em, why,
I've been into many of 'em, plenty of em, why
That box, got me huntin' for every fox
And I need it lots, gots to give me it
Gettin' off my rocks
Can I
Can I just get a taste of it, It makes me crazy cravin' it,
All in my face and I make sure I put my name in it
Ah!
Like the purpose is to got to work on this
Ah!
She wouldn't let me go,
And you better get up outta the bed if your ain't hollerin'
I know you want me though
So you better get on top of the head, if you be swollwin'
Yea
Cause we be the reason for your girl leavin' ya
If ya plan on keepin' her don't let this leak out your speaker
And, I've been know for breakin' up a happy home
see (that box)
Ain't nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
How can I ved and get up in that box
You keep my head up and fed up in that box
Lady in your box, baby and that box
Ain't nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
How can I ved and get up in that box
You keep my head up and fed up in that box
Lady in your box, baby in that box
Niggas in baton rouge they might consider it voodoo
Whatever you use to symbolize it with cock
It ain't nothing betta but chedda than I like to pursure than
that box
It don't take a rocket scientist to know about the thing sittin
right above or behind when she
Hoein' out
All bitches got it some betta than others
A couple bazzillion wax em and others they keep it covered
However they wanna keep it mane, kutty gone beat the stuff
Off something young and delicious
I'm fishing for bitches lovin' my dick is up in 'em touchin'
they lip but leavin' them cumin so
Serious cause I bang, I bang like William hung
Bitches they say my name, my name
Like they beonce to the next century her thang the same like
they was one
Then I head up the next block
Put my head up the next slot
I see your pill got you thizzin', girl you thizzin'
Plus you all lookin' at me stone cold like what is it (like what
it's it)
I got lil hotely we can visit (we can visit)
Fuck what your girlfriends say, I got dick for ya (I got dick
for ya)
And if you want some fore play, I got a bitch for ya (I got a
bitch for ya)
You know you love this rap nigga, never get enough
What？
Too much for ya
Am I talkin' too slick
Movin' to fast, you outta bounds and can't handle this shit
My game is thick anit it
Spinnin' flew with no flaws
The crazy shit that we be doin' with you and no drawers
All in the chick ass hole, she can't even speak
It ain't no betta place to chill out and detox
They call it pussy mane, I'm talkin' the box (that box)
Ain't nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
How can I ved and get up in that box
You keep my head up and fed up in that box
Lady in your box, baby and that box
If you know like I know then we know (we know)
That this thang right here boy were so cold (so cold)
Once you get it you'll never forget it oh no (oh no？)
You know what I'm talkin' bout baby I'm talkin' bout (that box)
It's skatterman bitch (bitch) the one that they've been talkin'
bout
Yea I know you just walked in, but now you walkin' out (walkin'
out)
I got something' betta for ya than a lil drink (drink)
All you gotta do is show a player a lil pink (pink)
Might buy you some earrings or a lil mink (mink)
Naw, your man ain't no problem, hes just a lil kink (kink)
Now bring your big ass over here on this lil sink (sink)
Ugh!
Had to back up off her (back up off her)
Due to the smell in think my dick got soft (my dick got soft)
She was bangin' her head all on the sheet rock (sheet rock)
I was all in the pussy makin' it beat box
That's how it sound (that's how it sound)
Ass so fat I had to walk around (I had to walk around)
She was screamin' yea (yea)
And I was sayin' no (no)
You done gave me the box so bitch I gotta go (that box)
Ain't nothing betta or wetta than (that box)
How can I ved and get up in that box
You keep my head up and fed up in that box
Lady in your box, baby and that box
3.Gangsta Shap
Lyricist：Melvin Calhoun, Sammy Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
Yo, it don't start until I get there
Show them how to gansta shap
'Cause where I'm from
That's where all the ganstas' at
And when we come
Yo, we get to actin' an ass
So we go, dumb
If we get to movin' to fast
See we go Stuie
(Ewy)
From
(From)
The Bay
(Bay)
All the way
(Way)
To Missouri
(Urry)
Back it up on me, mama
Look what you do to me
(Oowee)
We do it wrong, gone off Caribou, Louis
(Oowee)
More then super dooy
(Oowee)
Cheers
One or two beers and your shap
Is like leanin' rock wit it only you don't lean and snap
You like, left side, right side hands, about chest high
Then you wink at shorty in the corner with the left eye
(How you doin'？)
I'm on a lil' some' leanin'
Big got nerves got a lil' trouble breathin'
(Breathin')
Me and my heathens about to turn this mother out
Dippin' the whip, burn rubber out
Gangsta shap
4.Sex Out South
Sex out south some hit in and out
Screamin' n cussin', bussin' it out
Sex out south some freaks comin' out
Sex O S is what it's all about
Sex out south some hit in and out
Screamin' n cussin', bussin' it out
Sex out south some freaks comin' out
Sex O S is what it's all about
I got this bitch named Janae from Olathe
Baby girl was flavor
Into bitches and sexual favors
Told me I could take her
Got a fetish addicted to pain
Wanted me to choke her
While she sat on my dick
N then came all over the sofa
But this hoe from the O, she was cold
Didn't like to swallow it
A pull to the back of the throat
Kept the bitch from vomitin'
She begged for a dick in her ass
Baby liked it anal
But my head was too big for her ass
So I used my fingers
Down to Dallas with Rita and Alice
White 'n' Phillipino
One on my dick n one tossin' my salad
Off in the casino
Real sex ain't got shit on these bets
Told 'em they could keep me
Even thought about writin' the check
I'm coocoo for a threesome
To all 'em bitches n hoes that leave your life unexposed
You better peak this out south bitches is pros
If you don't know how it goes
You besta follow your nose
Get on some freak shit
Now follow as the story is told
It's like
Sex out south some hit in and out
Screamin' n cussin', bussin' it out
Sex out south some freaks comin' out
Sex O S is what it's all about
Sex out south some hit in and out
Screamin' n cussin', bussin' it out
Sex out south some freaks comin' out
Sex O S is what it's all about
I know you heard that I talk a lotta shit about a bitch
But I'm bout to swerve this time
Talk about a differn't kinda chick
The ones who love the dick constantly in an out
Even like to put it in her mouth
And I'm not talkin' 'bout northbound bitches
I'm talkin' about those bitches down south
You can find 'em in the fifties all the way to Grandview
You can get 'em up in Overland Park and Olathe
Thank you for the paper
Never given a fuck about what your bitch is thinkin'
Petty shit is second nature
Throw 'em in the mix nigga, fuck 'em with a friend
They will be callin' you so, you can do it again
You ain't gotta spend, ain't gotta pretend
Call her up and tell her you needa put it in
And not just white
There's hella beautiful back bitches
Give it from the back
They lovin' the dick too
Down north women
They hate the bitch brew
I know you don't like what I'm sayin' but it's true
And ya'll be fuckin' the bitches, like we be fuckin' the bitches
We be out for the pussy and we rockin' you bitches
Nothin' you never could tall a nigga could be stoppin' nigga
'Cause I ain't had enough of you bitches
Now sex down south
When you put it in her mouth
And you don't need help from hitch
You can find 'em in a house of six
Pretty damn thing with one and switch
Any other women hatin'
Got a nigga waitin' for that weak shit you pitch
Play that shit
Da down bitch quit it, sit down, sweat it, skit now bitch
Sex out south some hit in and out
Screamin' n cussin', bussin' it out
Sex out south some freaks comin' out
Sex O S is what it's all about
Sex out south some hit in and out
Screamin' n cussin', bussin' it out
Sex out south some freaks comin' out
Sex O S is what it's all about
I'm talkin' bout chick set center
Where I'm from
St. Theresa's, Bishop Hogan up in her
Hit me neos rustin' n the ones I be tusslin' with
Now I'm a get mine and I'm hopin' you get get yours before I
wooo
'Cause cale be mackin' them hoes fast
An if ya lucky ya be getcha a peice of evil ass, wooo
With the red bombs
'Cause them the ones I love out south get my head gone
And they never wanna let me pull it out with the min on
So I'm pullin' the rubber out
When I need it, I'm takin' the southern route
And it was late at night, clutch your lady tight
Or me and my niggas out south
Get it with no doubt
Sit it, your mouth
If ya with it, then baby let me hit it down south
Still I got too many bitches that I posed to me
And the lady's really lookin' like they hoes to me
Like a lova
I got to get some more of her
Oochee koochie the way you do me
You really give it to me when we be under the cover
Felicia, oh, I'm glad to meet ya
But when you kiss this bitch they go balistic
They troublin' for some head get to rockin' the bed
Heard a southside screamin', southside
Sex out south some hit in and out
Screamin' 'n' cussin', bussin' it out
Sex out south some freaks comin' out
Sex O S is what it's all about
Sex out south some hit in and out
Screamin' n cussin', bussin' it out
Sex out south some freaks comin' out
Sex O S is what it's all about
5.Get Ya Head Right
Lyricist：Aaron Henderson, Terrence Morris, Aaron Dontez Yates
It's been long day bussin' watchin' my songs pay
After the show I'm tryna kick it the King Kong way
Caribou Lou and got the music machine on play
All I need is a chick to suck on my ding dong, hey
Get my head right, it's incredible how they make it so edible
Got me stiff like a lead pipe, man
These cites are full of coochies and titties
I'm super coo coo for kitties
I'm 'bout ta shoot you wit gizzy so pretty
Hella thizzy yo' beezy, like to creep with Tech Neezy
She get giddy when she see me, really hope she ate Wheaties
I will not take it easy, rip you out off your Bebe or BCBG
When lettin' Floetry ease we
I'm smellin' like Luciano Saprani you can only get it at
Nordstrom
If you chumps can afford some
Spray it on lightly and wallah, all of the whores come
Work it Felicia O, until you end up wit a sore thumb
Baby, can't you see？
I can get yo' head right, leave it up to me
Let me get yo' head right, ready 1, 2, 3
I can get yo' head right, I'm the best it be
I can get yo' head right, eh night
I can make you feel like, real nice
All up in yo' bed like, next to me
Watch me get yo' head right, come with me
I can get yo' head right
Let me fuck wit ya mentals a lil', get in ya dentures
Ma roll up this back wood sweet pour a lil' Remy I
(Know we behind tint)
Maybe we can do some things, you say ya head is on right
(Then show me the brain)
Just let E run through you then take a toke of this purple
And in a minute watch how D gon' do you
You and you girlfriend said it ya self
Why grab out the bottom of the pile
When you can go get top shelf
Ain't nothin' like it got ya feelin' the mood
I done showed you enough right about now
You should be feelin' ya dude, oh so you hyphy
Now and willin' ta do, what you said you wasn't but it's too
late
I got my drillin' ya tooth
Right after that I'm gon' be killin' the booth
Tellin' my niggas how hard ya go
I ain't even the star of the show
This shit is crazy when ya spread right, four, five
Six, bitches every night to get ya head right
I took a flight from Boston, it was awesome
Boss head, boss bread, when I tossed her
Open mouth, closed legs, no abortions
They like to please the god, so I don't force 'em
Bob and weave like you boxin', baby, fuck the law
I'ma give you Johnny Cochran, baby
But you ain't my lady, this is just a good time
Soon as I bust mine, I'ma tell ya good night
Or good day but that's only in a good way
Get good brain from Tuesday to Tuesday
That's seven days a week, I'm gon' skeet
If I call at 6：30, she gon' play like she ain't sleep
Wide awake or should I say wide awoke
I stick my dick in her throat, whatever gon' float her boat
But, one's trash is another man's treasure
So if you gonna wife her than homey, you can get her 'cause
Baby, can't you see？
I can get yo' head right, leave it up to me
Let me get yo' head right, ready 1, 2, 3
I can get yo' head right, I'm the best it be
I can get yo' head right, eh night
I can make you feel like, real nice
All up in yo' bed like, next to me
Watch me get yo' head right, come with me
I can get yo' head right
6.Fan Or Foe
Lyricist：Jr., Todd Jones, Sammy Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
Back up, wait a minute
Why you looking at me like that？
Do you really wanna trip or you flip in the script？
Do you wanna rap with a nigga
Or bang us a whoop in a rip？
I don't even want us to come to bustin' up shots
Nigga, misery can't produce enough cops and a'
Don't know if you whilin' or what？
All you wanna do is freestyle in the cut
Fan or foe, I don't really know
Off at the show niggas they know
But I look light, was a good night
And I was looking like a mutha fukka
Wanna jack all me doe
Come up to me, my kids would be chillin'
Betta think twice I'm a 5-6 villain
All they wanna talk about, I did it
When I did it
Man, I thought I was gonna get a bullet in a minute
You should be careful how you walk upon us
Got a bonus for all the opponents if they want it
I know they wait for Tecca Ninna moments
Till the opponent be poppin' up and hes you don't it
We don't if they be trippin' or not
(No)
Probably 'cuz all of them live on the block
When you rapping niggas know what you got
Toughest ever, when you up on the top
Show some respect when you approach me
Don't you be mugging me, might have that drug in me
Plug in a nigga for nearly shrugging me
Ain't nothing wrong with people peeping, geeking
Where the man hoe but the grandma so bama, stama
I don't know if you fan or foe
We be trippin', we can go
Peeping like he's seeking doe
Want the doe or want to go
I don't know if you fan or foe
I don't know if you fan or foe
I don't know if you fan or foe
Easy, hang and speak and brawl
I don't know if he fan or foe
Now easy how they speak with broken teeth
That they did, young flow he can dope be choken
So yo' ass and you be walking off with it broken
Run up poor muthafukas in the open
Making them shut up, woofing with that cold shit
Can't that shenanigans, thinking you makes it the manikins
Thinking you silking the lotion
Back up wait a minute why you looking at me like that
I'm just a nigga with a little bit of fame
But if you get the trippin' than I'm giving up my game
Never catch me slipping, you can get it out yo brain
Maine fan or foe
Fuck a nigga, try to get his hands on my doe
But if you really want come on
Try to get a, you can feed the unpulla
Tuck my hands on your throat
Man I'm a low, want a background for sack town
Better watch out from the blao, blao
Black out, black out, black out, black out
(Braa rara raraa ttata aaaa)
Stay with my kimers, stepping nockle doodle
Wicking there game on blood goca doodle
Think you gon' catch me slip at a show
No factor slick, oh slack, shock a zoolu
Watch me do you with all that fake shit
You fill with hate trade
Hoping wishing you were my replacement
Courage so vicious, you gon' have to face it
They try to taste it
'Cuz I laced it like a tennis shoes and I've been a fool
Like Zeepo bitch and X-Raided
But this is a different interview
Living a bee a bad idea, if it never go home again
Nigga looking at me like imma chicken dinner
Looking back at niggas like a shot of Hennessey
So I gotta carry the four, I don't really know though
'Cuz they walking past me, giving me the eye
When they past me they be asking
When you new shit coming out
At the picture house
They be huddled up and I think
I might pick one out get the nigga bigger than me
For the trigger to see, if he tough enough
Make it what he trying to be but he ain't bad though
Don't know how to approach a vulture
Get to close how I'm post up
Can't even live in peace
And when I eat with my peeps In the place
You in my face with your mix-tapes
And if i try to listen to it, we get it to it
And fo' all that fue it then it's time to do it
Uh, 'cuz a nigga from out south out the mouth
Your girl be loving me, giving me mouth to mouth
(Yeah)
But it ain't fair that the music gotta do on
What you wanna do, when you ain't there
And if too softly, softy when you see me out
You better get out off me
7.Girl Crazy (Crazy Love)
Lyricist：Aaron Dontez Yates
To all the girls that I loved before
I only wanna love ya more
I know it sounds shady, lady
Girl crazy, I know nobody can save me
From spreadin' my crazy love
I'm dippin' out with your lady
To give her some crazy love
Ain't tryna have no more babies
So come for my crazy love
Enough to make her go crazy
'Cuz I'm all about crazy love
I was born Aaron Dantes Yates
Now This song for Aaron Dantes mates
Wait if you ever been with me
Had some sex or even kissed me
Spend some years with me or even a quickie, trip thee
Way I handle the beast In me the peace in me
And equally I chief to say
The least women are weaker then me
Since I was a little fella, witta me a female-a issabella
What the hell not one but it's more like twelve let me tell ya
Hella, bitches love me once then love me again
While ya lovin' me I'm lovin' your friend, ya'll just lovin' the
sin
And all that tech time you lovin' to spend
But I ain't tryna be no husband again
Look at all this mug that I'm in
And all this dirt that I do and this hurt put on you it's true
Worse them pepe la pue what it do
To my ladies I remember the message I sent to
Ya, I know ya think I'm a friend to ya but I'm
Tryna put it up into ya
Girl crazy, I know nobody can save me
From spreadin' my crazy love
I'm dippin' out with your lady
To give her some crazy love
Ain't tryna have no more babies
So come for my crazy love
Enough to make her go crazy
'Cuz I'm all about crazy love
A challenge a ghetto my uncle explained it to me
What kick it with bitches the picture that he painted for me
Now that I'm a G, I'm bout to go in to depth got low when I
crept
What a bitch, you niggaz ain't no when I slept
(With who)
Sanya, Tanya, Vanya, big booty Sandra Wanda
Landa, Ronda, Manya, V-neck and Anya
Ain't just to fill the pound between us
Kiss the crown of my wiener
Once you lay down then you're stuck
With the killer clown the Nina
Witness my sickness
This itches for the bitches with the quickness
Kisses for misses is cliquish suspicious that I hit this
What they really don't know I had the most
Ludacris fling with this girl
I think the female is really the most
Beautifulest thing in this world
They take off their shirt take off their bra
Then let you take off their skirt and panties
Keep a nigger in awe
In between I'm such a freedom is lovin' monster sex
For them to let you inside them is a fucken compliment
Girl crazy, I know nobody can save me
From spreadin' my crazy love
I'm dippin' out with your lady
To give her some crazy love
Ain't tryna have no more babies
So come for my crazy love
Enough to make her go crazy
'Cuz I'm all about crazy love
The homie for true he's sick
'Cuz he choose these chicks
On the road I let them Sud mi pik
They telling me I show my wife no fidelity and lost it
Literally my way with women has cost it considerably
Bitter is he who loved then lost
With the grudge and cross the moss
In the land where the word lost is boss
So we quest for love and flings with the
Finest the life can bring to ya
True, you two have a thing
But ill never ever be singular
Guess you can say it's the angel in me
That got these bitches havin' dreams of mangling me
(I know it hurt and sucks for women
When they let me thrust within them)
Why do they lay with the snake
(But can't there stop there lust for venom
But you will not forgive me baby you gots to admit we crazy)
'Cuz you bring me your light and I'm just so ditz and hazy
My heart is massive but they want my dick
Bitch you ain't never felt no shit like this so give me a kiss
Girl crazy, I know nobody can save me
From spreadin' my crazy love
I'm dippin' out with your lady
To give her some crazy love
Ain't tryna have no more babies
So come for my crazy love
Enough to make her go crazy
'Cuz I'm all about crazy love
Ooo, way, ya, oo, way, ya, hey, ya
Ooo, way, ya, oo, way, ya, hey, way, ya
8.2 Piece
Watch yo mouth when you're talkin to me, I'll knock you out＊
(One! Two!) Piece definately
I hold it (down)
For my block, for my hood, for my sector
Look at what ya mouth got ya
Niggas shoulda held it (down)
Watch ya mouth or you might get hit in it
One piece two piece dit-dit-dit-dit-dit (down)
This is for the niggas from my section
Hope you learned the lesson
Bully niggas betta hold it (down)
Left, right, right, left, he's toothless
With my two fists I can move this
And bout to prove that I can move it with my true spit
I'm locked and loaded I'm ready I'm heavy lyrics so steady this
for the block Big homie bout to get it mayn
It's time to get it my nigga my villains spit it my nigga
And if you feel it my nigga then throw a villain mayn
Veteran now bustin' with my strange cats
Chrisa Calli Techa Nis and my nigga Scat
Chasin' paper my nature we bout to sew up the nation
We keep it real while you fakin' now how you love that
Big homie makin' it happen now shake it shake it, girl
That pussy poppin' and clappin' now I be tossin ya cabbage
And you be watchin the savage so come and get it girl
Watch me as I
With lyrical scatter and spit that'll splatter ya brain
I'm tired of chatters get choppers to rattle ya frame
We (inny？) like Wendy's it's my way we robbin' the game
I'm throwin' them thangs, I swang with the pain, deranged
To vertical murders sho dumpin' on niggas with Strange
Ring the alarm, the heavy fuckin' hitters on
My patients will scorn the heavy fuckin' spitters on
I'm postin' with Tech, I'm postin' with g's in the back
My swagger so mean with the mini machine on my back
Go loco for rojo, I put that mozzle to ya back
And take you on a walk ya won't come back from
I take you to the other side of the black sun
Ya fuckin' right Joe Vertigo said it fo ya mouth
Yeah,
Don't you run up when I'm with a bitch
Mumblin bumpin some shit
Talkin' bout rap when I'm just beginning
Chump, I don't do battles and this rap will outshadow ya spit
Nothin's compatible with this wickedness
When I'm eatin' some niggas just keep beepin'
I guess they just heat seekin' when it come off with
disrespectful talk
You geeks weaken the Nina's the beast chief
And you heathens ain't street deep so keep beefin' and get yo
head tore off
So dim scram fo sight of thee grim hand
The fight'll begin then
These niggas is rose pedal soft
This ten grand to rock with me
Him stand like he ought to be tin man
The gorillas'll blow his kettle off
With Big Scooby Joe Vertigo shit's groovy
You get woozy
Then outta you head through you
Derouted and shit
Who beat 'em down and issued a 2 piece
You wanna battle me battle me
All that blabber and that'll be
Causin' you cavity
Givin' you agony agony chatterin'
That'll be the reason for your batterin'
Screamin' loud but you niggas ain't matterin'
(Already want to)
Then I can give it to you with singin' and rappin'
Don't think I can't be clappin' at your habitat
(If I harm you)
Then you must be weak and be frequently gettin' beaten deceit
And plus you a faggot now
Now (down) how many mc's must get this
'Fore they all know don't fuck with Chris
See I'm a boss boy
Fuck around with hog style
The dudes click with Strange and get tossed boy
Fuckin' with Cali, it might be trouble
It come in Kansas City Shuffle
9.Big Scoob
Lyricist：Jr., Steward Duane Ashby, Aaron Dontez Yates
Big Scoob, that's my nigga rippin' it up
Put the hood up on my shoulders, man
I'm lifin it up, tip in my cup
Still a nigga givin' a fuck
You can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts
Man they wanna see the boss don
I be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on
Old nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong
You can test it nigga, watch me get my vill on, yeah
I ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead
Duckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds
What they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine
Fresh off the grind
Still gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin' these lines
You can see the truth in my eyes, never no lies
Leven vill screamin' with pride
Till the day that they rest me, hog stylin'
Gutta livin' villain that's me
(Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)
The way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit
The way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit
The way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown
Spot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down
On the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around
Show them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the
hound
The way I refrain from hangin' with simps
And never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined
The way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder
(Flash)
Caught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader
Why I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers
'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water
My reason for red chucks and red laces
My reason for fuckin' up and never catchin' fair cases
The way I go so hard on the liquor
Vill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga
(Scoob)
Mayne I'm back and I'm hungry
Big homie from the show me niggas know me
Only villain take a yic and then I cloning
Real talk I can give it how you want it
I can put you niggas on that 5-6
Villain niggas movin' the crowd and I'm tryna make strange
Put some hog in they style, dogg and I'm wild
Vans left the bark on the ground, stompin' him out
Pussy nigga runnin' his mouth, but for now I'mma changed man
OG so I'm stickin' to the game plan
Takin' papers, makin' moves like a grown man
Vill steppin' in the seven first up for the field plan
And you can get it if you want it with me
Definitely, I can give you more than you need
Gutta livin' and I'm screamin' the V, wherever I be
That's how you niggas know that it's me
10.Yeah Ya Can
Lyricist：Gerald Washington, Sammy Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
Yeah, you can
Yeah, you can
Will you go with me, don't leave me lonely？
Will you go with me, don't leave me lonely？
Would you go with me, baby
If I tell you I can do you good tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can we get lost mama if I promise
I can break you off tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Would you go with me, baby
If I tell you that I'll do you good tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can we get lost mama if I promise
I can break you off tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can I holla atcha yo holla holla？
Can I holla holla you liking the way
I throw these dollas at chu？
They say your kitty cat
Is one hell of a dog catcher
Can I take to my kennel and make it all better？
Can I get you in the parking lot, I mean？
Can I get you out the parking lot
Then we can bend the corner and find a darker spot, baby？
Can I let the seat back, so I can bark a lot？
Yeah, you can
I see why you at the silver slipper
'Cause that ass fat, baby, pass that
Let me smash that, want me jizzum
But I holds 'em bagnum courtesy of my player partner
Trojan magnum, think you pimpin' your broads
You'll be hold like tagnum first night like I'm mad
I don't know these hoes from Adam
Deep as I'm deep down diamond Joes, I jabbed 'em
Can I come back again and repeat this with you madam？
Would you go with me, baby
If I tell you, I can do you good tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can we get lost mama if I promise
I can break you off tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Would you go with me, baby
If I tell you, I can do you good tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can we get lost mama if I promise
I will break you off tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can I tell you a secret before you get to answer？
Shadow done already peeped it
It's the freak with reason, the ladies wet in they bed and shell
Probably get orgasmic just from giving me head
Can I bring a couple of my closest friends, get a telly
Play some music prolly, throw you some mens？
Oh, you wanna keep me all to myself
You wanna come a couple times well
Mami, can I offer some help？
Can I see the way your body look from the back
She shook form the fact that me tongue motions did it like that
Had her walking like she had a camel hump on her back
And since they say we only mammals
I'm the king of the cat and as long as your ass is fat
Can I give it a smack record, the whole thing
And play it on track, if you telling me you good with that？
I'ma handle some things but is it cool
If I come right back
Would you go with me, baby
If I tell you that I'll do you good tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can we get lost, mama
If I promise I can break you off tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Would you go with me, baby
If I tell you that I'll do you good tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can we get lost, mama
If I promise I can break you off tonight
Say, yeah, you can
I know you heard of me, baby
I'm one they talk about
They call me calli, baby
Say it while we walking out and next
Let's hit the exit, go get naked
Doing thing you know will get you pregnant
But can't it be just a fantasy plan
To have you panicking this shit pad in this ring
Bring out the man in me and I'll be gentle at first
And then frantically I'm a damaged
De back at you attacking where your pant be
And I just want to love you now
Can you tell me how I get you home tonight, baby
Let me turn you round, lick you up and down
Let me see every part of light
And maybe it's the drink making you look better
Or maybe it's my voice making you get wetter
If you like me like I like you, girl
Don't hesitate, don't make me wait, tell me
Would you go with me, baby
If I tell you, I can do you good tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can we get lost, mama
If I promise, I can break you off tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Would you go with me, baby
If I tell you, I can do you good tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
Can we get lost, mama
If I promise, I can break you off tonight
Say, yeah, you can？
11.I Can Feel It
I missed you so much I followed you today
You keep stayin' out all night and that ain't the way
To keep a happy home so I'm strappin' up with chrome
Telescopes with binoculars, fuck I'm thinkin' 'bout knockin' ya
It's apparent I'ma be a single parent
So I'm hopin' that your snake as ways are not inherin'
To my baby boy, a daddy's little angel
When I repave the driveway, that's where your remains go
So I can always have you near, my dear
And the fool you fuckin' has no idea
Your brainiac maniac widower ex-husband to be
Could buy me a ponto with the insurance policy
Man sprinkle your teeth on the seashore
Axel natural and put up a fifty thousand dollar reward
Yup diddy-dep few years and he's yours
(Express sample)
You motherfuckers don't know who y'all fuckin' with
Play with matches, you might get a fire
Play with emotions, there's tears in your eyes
Playin' with love and fo sho you gonna die
She's so broken I can feel it
I can feel it when my man cheats, it's a women's intuition
And when you mess with dogs, dogs go in heat
Creepin' on different days and different hours of the week
A beautiful lie that got my heart caught up in heat
I'm burnin', burnin' for revenge, my hands clinched with my
emotions
Is takin' over the physically to hurt you again
Watchin' your crib watchin' who comes through for you
Got me runnin' around like a 'Psycho Chick' two
I'm seein' if ya lies really adds up to the truth
I wanna know this girl who shares a special part of you, homie
Hopin' you understand you takin' a chance
Between love and hate, expect the unexpected from the gate
You made yo bed, now lie in it
That's the seed that you plant
So you reppin' what is naturally God given
What goes around comes around, what can I say
'Cause when the rain come know that I'ma reala, hey
Play with matches, you might get a fire
Play with emotions, there's tears in your eyes
Playin' with love and fo 'ho you gonna die
She's so broken I can feel it
Play with matches, you might get a fire
Play with emotions, there's tears in your eyes
Playin' with love and fo sho you gonna die
She's so broken I can feel it
I'm talkin' about years, years of fidelity
But what happens when jealousy enters to make her yell at me
Tempers flair and we foul to be bindin' lookin' for hell and we
find it
Fallin' rapidly no time to be rewind it
It's a never endin' cycle when people choose to be spiteful
And triflin' losin' lovin' to a stench of cheatin' is styflin'
Life's been excitin' when wifein' 'em
No more now you fightin' 'em
Women can be the shit when you wipin' 'em
Now it's rotten relationship, trust is forgotten
And a nigga you found creepin' with her is softer than cotton
Cautious she get it popin'
When the city to city hoppin'
Extra activities stoppin'
Your bitch can be boppin'
Some might want to lose it
And put a slug in his brain
One in her's then yourself and you got three people slain
Tecca Nina can't live with the pain
That's why I say I'ma playa motherfucker
And I bet I'll never change
Play with matches, you might get a fire
Play with emotions, there's tears in your eyes
Playin' with love and fo sho you gonna die
She's so broken I can feel it
Play with matches, you might get a fire
Play with emotions, there's tears in your eyes
Playin' with love and fo sho you gonna die
She's so broken I can feel it
12.You Don't Want It
Lyricist：Robert Rebeck, Steve Shippey, Jr., Maurice Thompson, Sammy
Watson, Aaron Dontez Yates
When you see me smilin'
I'm really frownin'
You think you really wilin'
I'm killa klownin'
Meaning I don't give a fuck about nothin'
You say that you do because stupid
Is how everybody soundin'
Niggah, you think you know me
But only if you knew me, homie
You leave me by my lonely
I'm thinkin' death and destruction
Imagez of blood 'n' pus
And I ain't lookin' for nothin' but trouble
Thinkin' of murderin' you
When I'm just loungin'
That'z just the devil
(Just the devil)
Block it out and keep it movin'
I'm evil and this pussy that I'm pursuin'
Gimme the Bible, yes, I need it
'Cuz tecca nina'z in ruin
Mentally I'm fuckin' up
When I really don't know what I'm doin'
My tolerance for physical pain is gained rapidly
I'm gobblin' more thizzlez than thangz
But it came back at me
The holy father musta flipped and became mad at me
Because I'm ponderin' a wicked insane strategy
How to end it all？ Many men will fall
13.Message To The Black Man
Lyricist：David Lee Sanders Ii, Aaron Dontez Yates
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cuz they not never you at my shows
We've been all over the globe
Ya, we been makin' the doe but cha all spending it
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cuz they not never you up on my records
If you at my shows, y'all don't no
I'm about to become boss and take control
It started on the slave shift
If field niggas would eventually take the day shift
Would house niggas inside loyalty may shift and identify us
Now we still need a race lift
Fuck a face lift I ain't changing my identity
For energy, for any that's obscenity
Now in 2000 and 7, we sippin' ain't no remedy
Jealousy Indian murder like you in kinamy
Guess, we ain't nigga, we go hard in the paint nigga
Still when you see me out, you ain't the one who faint nigga
It's the other fans from the other lands
They listen to me more then my sister and brother man
I could see if I was a whack mother fucker
Bitching about the way my people act mother fucker
But I do spit my people don't be so fuck'n reclusive
Get off of your lazy ass like you know something about music
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cuz they not never you at my shows
We've been all over the globe
Ya, we been makin' the doe but cha all spending it
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cuz they not never you up on my records
If you at my shows, y'all don't no
I'm about to become boss and take control
You cry about the way I paint my face
It ain't your taste, well, homie let my state my case
I'm not a devil or damn jester roomers can fester
Never uplift a demon with an image of my ancestor
African act like you see me when you be traffican
Laughter, when you frown up at me your hatred is baffling
You watch American idol, my people might paint the tribalin
Symbolizes not evil but that were still survival
You niggas be so tough, the moment we roll up
Your upper lip rolled up, you hatin' me so what
Everyone knows us, my city is sold up
My shows crushed but cha don,t show up
They say, it's more the money bitches whores
It,s funny, this is war my people at his door
And I'm knocking mean while we rocking
Globally and it's sad man, look like attendants
Got my people lookin' real bad man
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cuz they not never you at my shows
We've been all over the globe
Ya, we been makin' the doe but cha all spending it
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cuz they not never you up on my records
If you at my shows, y'all don't no
I'm about to become boss and take control
I wouldn't be bitchin' if I didn't want you around me
The way you write me up as a demon astounds me
Brother Linch, 40 water, federation, dmx
Buster rhymes, quincy, and x clan found me
Brother Jay homie, he whipped me till this day homie
Who you know is blacker then that with a staffer and lack
My people up in the tragedy and they rap
I'm immaculate maybe they grab it
If I was blastin' a mack, attack and my people
'Cuz I'm black and I'm lethal with this rap
But I'm trapped, but I'm crack
Why you be so close minded when I'm rhyme it
Wishing you could find it
Everybody but you mother fuckers get behind it
And I'm doper then king nigga
Message to weed nigga
Rockin' sold out shows, is where I'm gonna, nigga
And that's all I sell out, it's something you should see, nigga
Betcha would come see, nigga
If I told you it was free, nigga
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha？
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cuz they not never you at my shows
We've been all over the globe
Ya, we been makin' the doe but cha all spending it
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha
But my people ain't something that I see
'Cuz they not never you up on my records
If you at my shows, y'all don't no
I'm about to become boss and take control
14.The P.A.S.E.O. (The Poem Aaron Saw Extra Ordinary)
If I ever go away＊
If I ever go
If I ever go away
I want everybody that loves me to be...
Riddin P.A.S.E.O., riddin the day though.
Cherish the day, but then roll out when the day go.
Riddin away yo,
Pain and sorrow.
Live for today cause you may not see tomorrow.
Roses are red and violets are blue,
And we all get purple rain when you put together the two.
True.
Let's talk about this street I know,
Mida mida you'll always need it when it's time for me to go.
I spent my whole life on this KC street.
The P.A.S.E.O where the real stay and the fake sees heat,
Ganagstas lay low, get the queso, and every day breathe deep,
But when the day goes, all the brods out cause the babies sleep.
On P.A.S.E.O. I remenice,
If they love me then give them this.
Never know when your gone cause this life is so hit and miss.
Cry for me never, just have a ball with each other,
Cause that what I had.Thanks goes out to my father and mother.
And I love you so momma,
If I were ever happen to go momma,
I think there something you should know momma.
I stayed away cause I was tryin' to become something,
Give a house to that one woman,
The reason everyone's bumpin'!
Riddin P.A.S.E.O., riddin the day though.
Cherris the day, but then roll out when the day go.
Riddin away yo,
Pain and sorrow.
Live for today cause you might not see tomarrow
Let's take a journey startin at 85th,
Roll some of my latest hits.
Off 85th
Came back form cali and then I stayed with Chris.
Off 76th, my first baby was concived.
Off 75th, was with Slo Moe in conditions you wouldn't believe
74th and P.A.S.E.O. on the corner
Slept with a A-K from my hommie Skooll, if anybody come through
that door was a gonner.
64th I ate balogona,
And kicked it with Mac and Sonja.
In French Village I sold dope for my folks, in a place with a
crack arroma.
63rd street is the land and the Bishop Hogan,
Demandin ya'll just keep roamin.
Expandin on this strip strollin.
Masterd music on 61st,
And if didn't use it wouldn't spit this verse.
This is how you find me, full of demons havin to hit me first.
Right off 58th I lived from 12 to 17
With Balsima, Kahramin, Marty, Hassen, and Hakahim.
57th and 56th I had a ball, I learned some tricks, I learned
some schemes,
From my home boys ya'll know what I mean？
RDV's 55th Paul's liquor tryin talk slick you if crazy,
Results in getting stompped by Doc and Stu Baby .
Keep riddin P.A.S.E.O for me if you rollin solo to night,
Just keep on thinkin marco polp for life when ya...
Riddin P.A.S.E.O., riddin the day though.
Cherris the day, but then roll out when the day go.
Riddin away yo,
Pain and sorrow.
Live for today cause you might not see tomarrow
What up P.A.S.E.O. high？ 49 street
On 47th is Gates and sons where Tech N9ne eats.
39th at the bootleg I use to find peace,
But at the Skattish right on Lynnwood, the Mason's and Time's
meet.
I use to kick it on 27th and 28th true slate.
Carefull you migh find yourself off in that piece if you hate
19th was my familys curch tried to save me, to late.
Cause doin shows on 18th and Vine, that was my true fate.
Mary Lou Willams was my aunt, 9th where I was raised
Way minor way back in the day,
They use to fight and no one wolud spray
But now off Independence ave. I hear my son Donnie,
Sayin that he hear gunshots every night on 5th And it scares his
momma Ronnie.
End of the road 29 north to the brigde.
If I go I'm leavin' everything to my wife and my kids.
Travis if I go whatever my half is you give her,
And no funeral just throw my ashes in the missouri river.
Love.
Riddin P.A.S.E.O., riddin the day though.
Cherris the day, but then roll out when the day go.
Riddin away yo,
Pain and sorrow.
Live for today cause you might not see tomarrow
15.Misery
If you ever disrespect I, put you outta yo misery put you out
put you out put ya outta yo misery; If you run up on my set I;
I'm a MFN vet I; You bout to make me cock, back, aim my mission
is to pop that brain＊
This merciless, this is musical massacre, mammoth image my
motive mane no merkin' us mimicin' muhfuckas may mock, but on my
momma millimeter my missions mo murder make millions mack
mommies and mosh.
This is pain this unforgettable thang is my talent untamable
Tech is the tyranny bang, on you niggas who never, have respect
for whoever, pullin' you pussies apart my competitor's plain.
In the dark when they sleep on my incredible heat, fuck you I'm
fed up my fist for you faggot's and freak's, go tell yo industry
peep's that fuck peace released, B's for Blood we bangin' and
blastin' at beef.
This is ignorant, get a wiff of his lyric's so rigorous
niggerish carnivorous delivery, come with it'll be bitches and
thizzery, fuck with me and believe that we killas will put you
right outta yo misery.
My split is psycho like Michael's knife admire ya Freddy Crouger
then dream yo life, my brain is too deep I can think alive, and
kill death itself, in one of my freestyle lines, lyrically
rappers aren't better than me, cause I'm hard in this rap game
you lighter than a feather da me, so come with it it's the devil
in me that'll blast at ya afterlife until yo ass is restin' in
peace, mafucka you don't want it with a gangsta sixteen shots in
have my lil' brotha shank ya thank you no thank ya boy rearrange
ya heads with ya head, heads up and I'll bang ya I hear ya
barkin' but you ain't bit shit, my shots dig through they
call'em hallow tips it's a killa season an you ain't killed
shit, Misery Loves Kompany now a compliment bitch.
This is, misery misery artillery for the killin' spree hit the
block see the enemy kill'em off like a Kennedy, Ecstasy Hennessy
and a lemon squeeze you niggas finna be put on obituaries and
white tees that's misery.
Rome to Italy ridin' on chrome literally, Yuk Godzilla King Kong
ain't got shit on me, riddle me riddle me which rapper gone
snitch on me when I shoot up his Bentley and put him out of his
misery.
They asked about the beef with Game and The Unit, squashed my
beef with The Game and do my thang with The Unit, Bo signed ta
Cashville I'm makin' it rain in Houston, Rap A Lot for life you
find you body slain in Houston bitch.
I'm on the block with that Praline until the cop's jumpin' out
the van like the A-Team, I slang cream, the West Coast Don and
Kansas City King you ain't know, Tecca Nina General in the
regime.
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