Niggas sleepin' better, wake the fuck up!
This weed habit, drink the fuck up!
Bloody murder, you get ate the fuck up!
Your whole crew, we will break the fuck up!
You better than us
The fuck will spark the East coast up, oh shit
The fuckin' beast woke up, from [?] this deep sleep
Niggas is borin', fucking all these weak beast
The beast was snorin', now the beast is hungry
Stomac is growlin' nigga [?] and such
And now it's stock in the [?]
Motherfucker is smilin', but nobody smilin'
‘cause where I'm from, motherfuckers niggas we wallin'
And the wolves be howling
Mines be golden, cars be stolen
We're coming out the gutter, like fucker we bowlin'
The shit that I'm holding
Niggas talk shit, put the 50 and call in
Oh shit, you don't woke up the monster
I smell rappers, no wonder
It's obvious, you gotta to [?], Booh!
And now these rappers are [?] (Booh!)
You call her fool like a bitch
Lala you signin' and dancin', you bitch!
You need to loosen up your clowd nigga
And leave the dance to them hoes nigga
Hip-hop started out on the block
I fall asleep at the wheel, then shit crashed and it popped
When I speak, the hood got the ears up spark
And I'mma leave my walker
You gotta [?] it with the odds
Bitches you know
Nigga you know Am I wrong?, hip hop need a face lift
And we better face than the man that face the [?]
Blades and nunchucks
Blaze and gun shots
When I'm done they can rake their guts up (motherfucker)
This heat turn your face to slush pop
Right to hell, this is satan's bus stop
Got a hot bitch cuffed-up
Take the drugs, love
You get raped and butt fucked
I snort speed then wake I the fuck up
Kind of off topic but hey
I'm somewhat crazed and drunk off
You makin' rum shots
White boy's cables cut off
Angels dust drops, how that taste?
D.O.D. mad face, pros case
Niggas got no taste, but when I'm looking that fuckers in the figures
We hard body karate, Killuminati niggas
I'm a [?], [?] hip-hop we deliver
You niggas pop so I'll pop and I'll shine you liver
Try to copy what I gotta no copy you chop
Niggas they clamin' they heartless, we put 2 on yo' mama' (Braw, Braw)
Brain stickin in your head that it looks like pasta
Ain't speaking Christian you dead on the floor, an imposter
See I'm obsessed with this sport
Less than I'm core
Reppin' with the Onyx, Niggas back with the force
We back in this war, we back in, of course
So all ya' boot legged nigga get yo' ass to the store (raw)
You're sleeping, bed is burning
Keep sleeping, bed is burning Keep sleeping, keep sleeping
Keep sleeping, bed is burning Keep sleeping, keep sleeping

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