Shirley C (feat. Fatt Father)

[00:18.86] Pursuing the papes, you give me the loot in the safe
[00:20.31] Hand on your throat, choke til you're blue in the face
[00:21.87] Listen, welcome to the zoo, I'm the ape
[00:24.63] Cornelius
[00:26.78] , Long foregone so be gone with the silly shit
[00:29.71] Raps For dummies
[00:30.44] " But I ain't an idiot
[00:31.42] I might slap you, money, cause Ruckus is ignorant
[00:33.61] Listen, I got no home-training
[00:35.56] Just crack water pushed through the holes of a strainer
[00:38.96] Check boxers, sket popper,
[00:42.35] Death doctor
[00:43.61] Kevorkian
[00:44.57] A native New-Yorkian
[00:45.52] Back when Santana used to rock bandanas
[00:46.69] I sold coke hand-to-hand, fam, gram scrambler
[00:50.43] Game is old, I needed a new challenge
[00:52.32] Picked up a pen and pad and a grey new balance
[00:55.17] Write what I feel, I don't feel like writin'
[00:57.09] I feel like fightin', you gon' feel Mike Tyson
[01:00.50] Random Axe, random slaps, random gats
[01:02.11] Til my pockets Ralph Kramden fat, nigga
[01:03.42] I'm the shit performin'
[01:07.12] Homie say I need a hit, so I'mma have a hit put on him
[01:16.50] The foreman, George better grill with caution
[01:19.29] Hole in top of your dome, you chill with dolphin
[01:22.26] Call it dead man's float
[01:24.86] But a diss rap to me is a suicide note
[01:27.54] Cause ya'll chumps is soft
[01:30.31] And I'll pistol-whip clowns 'til the gun go off
[01:33.17] How the metal taste, featherweight?
[01:35.71] My berettas up your level, help you elevate
[01:38.42] Cloud surfing, angelic
[01:40.64] Halo'd out and mad at the person, you can get it
[01:43.84] One-third part of the unmovable force
[01:46.31] Shoot your mouth, I'll shoot your boss, flat out
[01:48.95] Invested in the war and we won't back out
[01:52.18] Beef turns to peace with the big mac out
[01:54.43] I'm half cannon, half cannibal
[01:56.86] I shut off lights like DTE
[01:58.55] The only thing you devour is dick
[02:00.29] You all lip, I took trips to places with a pound or a flip
[02:04.22] Yeah I'm fat, but I'm proud of the shit
[02:07.06] I like grits and long walks in the park where the cobble is big
[02:10.97] Psyche, total opposite, as rock as eclipse
[02:13.46] Empty your pockets, my kids want a pop and some chips
[02:16.06] The hottest to spit, widen as my logic permits
[02:18.50] By all means, I deposit the rent, with no rules
[02:21.98] My gangster way deeper than Pro-Tools
[02:23.93] Old school, catch me in the bar with a lit Kool and O'Douls
[02:27.50] From the gutter where they tote tools
[02:29.87] And sell crack out of two-room flats to cop some mo' shoes
[02:32.85] So rude, inherited from my old dude
[02:35.62] Instrumental terrorist, all win, I don't lose
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