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Lil B - Spontaneous Combustion

26 июля 2012 г. Просмотров: 1227 RSS
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This all our last chance, f-ck it, let’s go


A last chance at the game you gonna see us wailing

I got that old school swag, harlem styling

Took a page full of books I wrote

Can’t see double eye leave when I write

Out of sight, freestyle out of mind

Might leave you with a dollar sign

My life too real, I talk, I don’t gotta rhyme

You rappers are fake, all you do is rhyme

Y’all look up to me like computer time

People ain’t past my level,

Glock 9 look sick when the sculp is metal

People catch that case and they plead the devil

Insane and the brain catch me whatever

Got love for the earth got love for chatter

Got love for my bitch she let me f-ck whenever

Man this rap game in you stuck forever

Like Siamese twins man we stuck together

Man I always keep it real I don’t change the weather

I’m cold like weather, mike told the beretta

Black ops, straps, leave your body straight like a mirror

I’m the only rapper unsigned who really unsigned

I’m talking on corporate, just a billion dollar grind

Trap your whole life about 57 times

Came back from the dead, the bitches gonn feel me

That bitch suck my dick while I tuck my stubie

Trust a person far as I know him

Size him up how I throw him

Everybody now golden, it’s the attitude that make you special

I told a special same time I move that vessel

Got dope in the back like cocaine special

Got rich the game but the dough ain’t against you

Niggas will catch you slipping, ain’t no one special

Crackers catch you slipping and they’ll drop the pieces

Hating on me, you don’t know the beef bitch

Think it’s a game but it’s really some street shit

Man I used to be on the block till they put you on defense

I was smoking weed while you were sitting on bleachers

I was out doing life while you was relying on teachers

I’m so blessed to have, no regrets to have

For real, what’s the definition of bad

I’m in a world on my own, the definition of dad

If I do any time until that said

Don’t wait till life, being a repeated offender

Take that slap on the wrist then go teach them gangsters

Worldwide thugging out we gonna teach the wanksters

Play all the time now when you life in danger

I’m so paranoid, I stay strapped with the banger

Task force coming in, even blasting that strangers

No mask on my face so you know when I’m dangerous

Plus we thug with honor, ain’t no one acting or staging

Thugs kill thugs in the hood,

But wanna learn nothing

Don’t wanna earn something

Can’t make excuses, go out and burn something

You change your whole life from nothing to something

F-ck the real, that’s the end of discussion

When I rap it’s spontaneous combustion.


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