Too Much
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Some say I'm strange 'cause they not in my range
But the hood love me 'cause the Kid is just too much
Why we all can't get along, dog?
Don't make me get ugly, fall back, buddy
You're doing too much
Fakes and frauds, biased laws, loose lips and jaws
Can't ignore it, y'all, it's just too much
Mad scams, slick broads and cats trying to beat me
Greedy for grands, we jump out fans, we too much
Ghetto music composer, bringing your soul closure
World's biggest mic soldier with little exposure
Dogs, they should've told you it's about to go down
It's organized, I was bolo, solo on this go-round
Hip-hop Sasquatch, rock blocks and watch cops
Like a copper watch crack spots and chop shops
Spin a mean machine, gun sixteen at the industry fiend
Like crack fiends in the borough of Queens (Too much)
Feel your blood percolating, they hating
Verbally burn 'em and return 'em to Satan
I'm higher learning, busting shots from the roof with something German
A brain of a Lamborghini, my wheels keep turning
Flex to my high-tech weapon effects
Lex put me on deck, wrote checks and told me take it to the next
Your bubblegum raps got the game wet like sex
Get stretched or accept these threats
Now how about some hardcore? Fuck gimmicks
My lyrics is cracking, I ain't leaving
The block until the whole pack's finished
Flex my muscle like Popeye to get spinach
Watch wack rappers diminish, uh
Take it too far, I'm in your mouth like a dentist, grimace
Enemy of the state, consider the menace
Sinister fact that I'm in this, back and forth like tennis
In one breath, why you sweating? 'Cause it's hot to death (Too much)
Some say I'm strange 'cause they not in my range
But the hood love me 'cause the Kid is just too much
Why we all can't get along, dog?
Don't make me get ugly, fall back, buddy
You're doing too much
Fakes and frauds, biased laws, loose lips and jaws
Can't ignore it, y'all, it's just too much
Mad scams, slick broads and cats trying to beat me
Greedy for grands, we jump out fans, we too much
Hood, feel me on this, this for my beer drinkers, fuck Cris'
Got enough lip to float, my dogs up north fist
Loyal to the real code of the streets, we don't snitch
Period, but cats is acting like fish
Come home fronting like you really did some shit (Too much)
Oddest now, your story got a twist
You went to jail for smacking and calling shorty a bitch
And that's it, homie, get your life together
Respect your woman regardless that I pipe her better
Your game is numb, now you got a slight vendetta
With the Kid, long as you ain't trying to swipe the cheddar
It is what it is, embrace taste with elevation
Racing against time in this place of revelation
Rock club, how they used to rock in the basement
Need somebody sane to run this nation, what? (Too much)
Some say I'm strange 'cause they not in my range
But the hood love me 'cause the Kid is just too much
Why we all can't get along, dog?
Don't make me get ugly, fall back, buddy
You're doing too much
Fakes and frauds, biased laws, loose lips and jaws
Can't ignore it, y'all, it's just too much
Mad scams, slick broads and cats trying to beat me
Greedy for grands, we jump out fans, we too much
Uh, Nasty Habits
Too much
2004, Yeah
Uh, too much