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MFDOOMFREDDIE!
02:19
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[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
Wrote this rhyme straight across, clown sure to take a loss
You know they jealous if behind his back they ever say he soft
Spin back around, quick! Confront 'em and they play it off
Young and the world is full of it, forge ahead, stay the course
At the bar, who's buying?
Been in the game so long, he can tell when dudes lying
Sneaky pricks sure to get hit with a ball of spit (spits)
Nahhh, keeps his integrity all of it
Must be too strong for tugging spirits
Guess everything is fair in love and lust and lyrics
Kinda fancying suckers hide behind the bread
To the point that the hammer be behind the head (click click)
Fire kid, bang, cocky sense of power, think they running shit
By the hour, dissipating into nothingness
Villain up in this bitch with a bottle, it's empty
It won't go to waste, zero empathy
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah, ambulance is rushing you, insurance paid deductibles
Ninja Turtles backpack, 38. next to my Lunchables
Took 'em to the sweet suite, I made 'em drinks, no Dr. Huxtable
Benzy got massage seats but a bitch can't get too comfortable
My bottom line and my revenue
Man that's the only thing that ever resonates
Larry Fishburne, deep cover hoe
Sit back and watch a nigga medicate
How the fuck is rehabilitation
When you tossing youngins to the prison gates?
I ain't kill him, I just shot him in the face
But they gon' give me 20 if I violate
God damn, nigga
Might have to come out that mask if you snort a line of this
Bitch, I'm half man, half cocaina
In a pissy staircase serving gigas
In a dirty kitchen cooking up some Tina
Got it from a Mexican off Alameda
Told the homie we can swap it out
He gave me two bricks for the two-seater
Put a Steve Young in a two-liter
Niggas having seizures, bitch I'm through leaning
I cannot afford to sleep out on these streets
Niggas have you on the news leaking
Put a nigga face up on the news station
Wanna TMZ me eating tortellini
Maserati keep me central, hoe don't see me
I'm the Don, call me Freddie Gandolfini
Nigga what, nigga
[Outro: MF DOOM]
Zero empathy
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2. |
WarlordEarl
01:36
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Dipped and writ his own ransom
Chest full of spliffs told the bitch it was cancer
Hit the road for some months
For the fan in the front row, getting punched out
Screaming "Whoa" with his hands up
The glorious bastard is back
In that hoodie like a vein that collapsed 'cause it's black
Sittin' shotty in the Mazda, pack cover lap and his
His daddy like an answer, ‘cause he never had one
Eyes all low on account of what the grass done
Higher than the Masten
Five star telly, nice belly on the bad one
Heavy with the raps way 'cause a nigga chip 'em out
Be really what attract the bitches
Switchin' brackets with the taxes never actin' different
Boney nigga think he's thin, kind of baggy
With some niggas that be trappin', shippin' packages
Their cake is up
Got my mama tripping like she jogging and her ankles touch
Now I'm at the Waldorf stressin'
Fidget with the zipper on the warlord leather
Whisky with the spliff, because it goes more better
Why bench him if he's scoring under full court pressure
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ShameFreddie
02:00
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Slammin'
When I hit you up I'm talking about bangin' something
Chill off in your crib and have a thing, probably make it stank or something
Girl you like my bottom bitch, post my bail, pay for my lawyer
Play your position when them other hoes get out of order
When you wanna give me that pussy? You purchase a plane ticket
Run around town, when I bust her down they want shit like them lames did i
Got her dick whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick
Basically if this bitch lay with me she payin' me, I'm on some pimp shit
For real! It's 2 A.M. club was bout' to close up
Thumbing through my contacts bout' to call one of my hoes up
Then I met you, kicked game and followed you to the breakfast spot
Fucked you like I married you that night up in the Marriot
Screaming like you got your cherry popped
Fucking, switching up positions
Thought this shit would never stop
Motherfuck an intermission
Damn!
It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby
But that's only if you know the game, baby
Later I can't be the one to blame, baby
But for now take the walk of shame, baby
It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby
But that's only if you know the game, baby
Later I can't be the one to blame, baby
But for now take the walk of shame, baby
Straight Slammin'
Sleepin' with pistols under my pillow
We wake and bake, she up naked twistin' up cigarillos
I beat that Thursday night and Friday morning, off to work she go
Time to take that walk, just take this dick, don't take it personal
Your friends probably gonna call you a ho, what you trippin' on
Them bitches want a grip from the same dick you be sitting on
And your girl Monique, she be hitting me when her nigga gone
Trying to buy some weed she proceed with nothing but Vicky's on
Nothing but ass and titties, but I let that ass convince me
Took it in that, hit that, wish I could say it was accidentally
Like I stepped on a banana peel and fell in that pussy
Y'all niggas be spending all kind of scrill to get in that pussy
And she cop a seven every Friday
Chuck the deuces at her baby daddy as I pulled up out the drive-way
For real
It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby
But that's only if you know the game, baby
Later I can't be the one to blame, baby
But for now take the walk of shame, baby
It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby
But that's only if you know the game, baby
Later I can't be the one to blame, baby
But for now take the walk of shame, baby
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4. |
LooseSweatshirt
02:13
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Uh
Yo, yo, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
You be with the boys and I'ma be with the dawgs
Blood on the Travies, it serve as a challenge coin
I'm the voice, I had to speak for the org', passed the preacher
Smashed up weed on the organ, master teachings
Actually couldn't hold me (who's gonna stop me?)
I was hungry
Mama made her son read, so I'm hunting glances 'til the peak
That still didn't feed me
I had to get a feel for the whole thing
Peeking the orbs, speak on what I absorb
Reserved boundaries, I found a different route to explore
and run around deep
I told you 'bout the reaching, you found out and screamed
that sound to me like a loss
I had a bad 'bout with grief and I tossed a match on it
Kerosene, burned the ring down to ashes
And memories, feather feet behind
And ahead of the beat, throwing 'em off
Arriving in the nick of time, these niggas nickel and diming
I'm giving 'em five and sliding, my way up the street
Pretty penny, you my luckiest find, skin copper
Titties bouncing, save a generous slice for me
Please (yeah, I need a piece of this 'bout this small)
Please, save a generous slice for me
Change jingling in my pocket
These niggas nickel and diming
I'm giving 'em five
Pretty penny, you my luckiest find, skin copper
Titties bouncing, save a generous slice for me
(Please)
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5. |
OldFriend
01:36
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Strong spirit where the body couldn't get asylum
The cost of living high, don't cross the picket line and get the virus
Wild cat has got 'em in a bind, stay inside
Know I came from out the thicket smilin'
Mad hatters cappin' every line, it doesn't matter to the ten of five
They start hackin' when they can't shrink us
I found the middle in a bit of balance
Fever in the cabin
I knew where we was headed
I ain't countin' no blessings, I sure as shit could measure
Blinkin' for some feasible methods to free yourself
Split it with my hand like Cigarills
Slick oil in a fish gill
I fill a void with the pen, feel the fear, shrill
Couple stains that I couldn't shield
My brother, Brain, that we couldn't shield
Couple came, couple wins still
And what remain of the wolves' meal
I held the page, gave the book ears
Whispered, "Thanks" hella pain, heavy brain in the Catskills
Played the shade, quite a deal, glad we stayed friends
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6. |
MIKE
01:36
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Big MIKE-y, you know it's only one of him
He on IG braggin' 'bout his bread again
So it's likely he back before the summer end
I've been writin', tryna have fun again
They don't like me, never had love for them
Don't excite me, so decide
If you wanna fight me, we doin' one-on-ones again
They try and hype me but niggas try and humble it
Know my type beat, you niggas move the subtlest
Took a light piece to prove that I can double it
You know how pride be, you choosin' to be confident
I know its signs mean I used to keep an upper hand
If it's nightly, excuse it if I'm mumblin'
Sit tightly, you know mines be the fuse on some sucker shit
Too shiesty, I'm coolin' off the huddlin'
I'm too pricey, the truth is I was strugglin'
Try and find peace, the food defeat another friend
I'm not ID, the goonies, we the government
Talk nicely
Talk highly, you ever get to mutterin'?
Call, "Hi" and check on how my brother is
It's all violence, never saw my mother rich, flawed guidance
Big MIKE-y, you know it's only one of him
Don't like me?
Never had love for them, uh uh
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