Different situations call for different actions dude
Punks try to prevoke chess styles and push me
To remind me how I always felt, mad screwed
From sea to frigging sea we're being all we can be
I want you to look eye-to-eye with this baby
And if it ain't no, then it must be yes
That's how we feel in the BX, mics I bless
But I ain't never ask and I ain't never tell
Dope-ass track collab let you know just what you have
Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell
Cuz I'ma Dade County off of 15th ave
You hear my pitter patter from a mile away
As I bomb your ass just like the day after
From day one, throughout your life with tha final chapter
Good for nothing hoe, if she ain't getting bread
And put some holes in your new outfit
Wild shit like this comes from boredom in my forehead
What yeah, this for the set y'all check it
Bang out the stomach for runnin' this to pool pit
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
The sound of a tec when it's blastin' in the air
I'll get wit ya'll later when I get high
You kept me strong in my time of weakness
This whole world's gonna burn but I'm prepared to fry
Feed they, nuts to pitbulls that plan more business
Head flesh, turned into a red mess
On your mark. Get set...
Like we always get
No one spells rhymes like Letterman!
Or do a damn thang, huh
Yes I can.. yes I can..
We laugh and go from day to day
Unlike me you're gonna run away
I want you now
Just thought I'd let you know
Telephones, credit cards, toothpaste
Mighty like Sparrow, the super hero
Hand on his waist
Word to Ground Zero
Theme Music provided by Yo Dinero
How will i, how will I carry on
And you totally tried to play me now I'm gone
Till I'm emancipated
Ain't nobody like me
It's like my body levitated
I finally see
Got to be
Go now, in peace
You seen the platinum piece
Slug punch the left lung, body now numb
I run a machine, y'all on that new shit
Ableton, Serrato, look how far we've come
Don't even know who you messin wit
For shortness they wonder who did it
La Gatas on da loose ya, lyrical abuse
Rarely confused, cuz I ain't got Nothing to Lose
Yeah, see the matching hand and they're robbing from the hat
It's Murs and 9th Wonder on the second go 'round
Yeah, so sit back, and listen to the chit-chat
For the queens who fiend for the kings who come around
Bought up some mo' shit, cause the shit was down
It's funk in the town of the fog
Nah I ain't lookin' for you dog
Listen here, this is different here
And you shut the fuck up
Gimme Q-tips so I can clean my ear
Blazing the skunk, drank in the cup
You better bounce, shake it up
That wanted to be a part of society
Because boredom is babblish, mere anxiety
How will i, how will I carry on
Two seconds, one, one and a half, two seconds
Chit-chat, this and that while I'm gone
Stretches for them grams and them hand weapons
Listen to the peace, we be back in 60 seconds
Ruthless is for the streets, sow it up like stitches
I don't really need no chains and wrist watches
Tone brings things to light at the flip of a switch
You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if you wanted
And if I had two, I'd touch a bitch
Imagine if she doin it like she gettin blunted
I just pointed, and she fucked whoever I wanted
Don't be caught sleepin' try to run game on me, sonny
Huh, the water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny