Knuckleheadz

"Let me-, let me hold that" "One for you, one for me Two for you, one-two for me" "What?" "Three for you" "Get, get, man, I'll smack-" "Fuck is out here goin' on?" "Smack fire out your fuckin ass What the fuck you think this is, man? Get the fuck up outta here, man" "So, yo, matter of fact, matter of fact" "Think my head is made out of fuckin' flyer" "Shit aight, just- This ain't even enough bread right here This ain't enough" "We gon' shoot right over there" (fuck that man, yo) "And, yo, them niggaz got the big cream over there" "Aight, let's get this cash smooth, nigga" "So chill" "Yo, Duke, spark up, light up the tropical, kid" "Alright don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid" "Just chill" (on the real, man) "Let's go get this money fast, son I know how we gotta do this kid" (aight) "You scrunge-head motherfucker" Yo, lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines Pullin' nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes They eyes closed, we gettin' loot No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about Guns go off and now a murder route, I'm out My raps play the part like in Get Smart Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin' Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn And rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F. We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles Havin' them poodles on the lockdown Buyin' me Amarettos and chewables Smackin' pharmaceutical Rap niggas on dust and woos Yo, I told you, some kill, robbed and fold The goal's untold, fuck it it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow Goddamn I got it sewn And yo, what up wop-wop? The suitcase high and we can talk You can walk out the fuckin' building and get caught Save the fully inflatable Rap relatable, drug relatable Niggas here to play with you A hundred dollar Rottweiler spoil the spot sellers Guns and Glocks for the niggas who got props Off top, jail niggas get mad bigger And, yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama Comma, plus smoke real ass marijuana Chef Maranzano, boats across the Verrazano Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate And get cream in the cuisine of Queens I told you, money skated with the night beams, and two rings Crazy fag, I'm gettin' ready to do this shit Sniff mad shit, man Niggas better not even step on my shit Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect? Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath Here's his photograph Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast At full blast Then skate to the gate further upstate I heard they got crazy weight Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks Yo, look out for Jakes Give it all it takes Let's burn the place before we motivate Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it Hits without a trace Never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth The rap scar is on, rap parmesan Poke on, put it on, seal it on, we're silicone Spark it on your Talk-a-thon This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones Blowin' out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense Be on your rap sword defense These microphone professional, sensational Fully operational, I got niggas here to play with you You know the steez, you know my whole program Brothers from the No-Lands All we want is the Gs, guns and grams Livin' fat like the Hoffa Mafia, sippin', eatin' pastas Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots Slugs hit the Pelle, punch holes into the belly Sucker tried to knock me out the box like Skelly I smoke the weed dreams, I drop top to the breeze Honey dip spendin' Gs on nails and hair weave The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse "Aight" "Yo, man, you know what I'm sayin'?" "Fuck it, man"

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