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The Madd Rapper
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Oh shit, what the fuck, yo? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's a, it's another collabo (Busta Rhymes)
Flipmode, Krazy Kat Katalog, muh'fuckers (Aight)
For the street niggas (Word up, Brooklyn)
Grimy niggas (Uh-huh)
Grime specialist (Word up, watch your back)
Bird bond (Ha)
Yo, yo, yo
Fuck it, my niggas, you know we go ill
Faggot niggas need to be quiet and let the God build
Ayo, word, peace to the God, you know shit is real
Still wonderin' how it feel to hold a half a mil'
Fuck with a weak lawyer and signed a wack deal
Type of shit that'll have you walk with the illest ice grill
Masquerade, it's your rate of robberies, niggas stand still
We take pennies, nickels and dimes, quarters and dollar bills
Better run for the hills, bounce to the Catskills
My whole team filled with cats that's no frills
The type to wet niggas whenever they MACs spill
Rehearse robbin' niggas like they rehearsin' a fire drill
Randomly run up on niggas at they free will
You know we strip club niggas spend dough for cheap thrills
Couple broke strippers hustlin' birth control pills
We send them broke bitches to boost and roll up on Phil
Yeah, live niggas standin' right there
Yeah, my live bitches standin' over there
And if you're wildin' in the truck and you don't give a fuck
Turn it up to ten until y'all niggas can't hear
Yeah, live niggas standin' right there
Yeah, my live bitches standin' over there
And if you're illin' in the front and you're smokin' a blunt
And you don't give a fuck, blow your smoke up in the air, yeah
In case you forgot, I'm a sixth floor nigga
Corner store, a dollar and a dream, a pick four nigga
I spit raw, nigga, don't know nothin'
All I know is I want your dough and hoes be frontin', word
I'm fortified, certified, rappin' 'em
After the gold and platinum
Hated on me first, I'm mad at 'em
So I catch 'em when they sleep, squeeze my gat at 'em
Flatten 'em, live at the Garden, I'm packin' 'em
D-Dot beats, I'm trackin' 'em, attackin' 'em
Namin' names on records, gettin' back at them
Closet-ass homo niggas actin' masculine
I pack a gun just in case
Too many of y'all run up in my face with all that bass
Act like you can't get scraped, straight erase
We run up, invade your space and take your place, motherfuckers
Yeah, live niggas standin' right there
Yeah, my live bitches standin' over there
And if you're wildin' in the truck and you don't give a fuck
Turn it up to ten until y'all niggas can't hear
Yeah, live niggas standin' right there
Yeah, my live bitches standin' over there
And if you're illin' in the front and you're smokin' a blunt
And you don't give a fuck, blow your smoke up in the air, yeah
Check it out, this goes to all my niggas, I'ma give you a shout
And to all bitch-ass niggas tryin' to figure this out
Word up, I'm talkin' to all of my live motherfuckers
Who stay fuckin' chickenhead crews and bonafide dick suckers
Niggas roll the wild whips with a great stash
With a burner system boomin' like a portable sound clash
Fuck meaty-boned bitches who stack with a round ass
Livin' on a celly phone and gettin' head in an E-class
Please pass the L while you cradlin' shit
Type of nigga to swindle you for yours, finaglin' shit
Ain't this ain't a game, nigga, we damage your frame, nigga
Yo, I could give a fuck, every day robbin' the same nigga
Mark on the same nigga, make you learn how to act
And blast a low-budget or even a high-caliber cat
Word to my mother, sometimes you know I think it's kinda funny
How I stay stackin', whether it's mine or other niggas' money
Yeah, live niggas standin' right there
Yeah, my live bitches standin' over there
And if you're wildin' in the truck and you don't give a fuck
Turn it up to ten until y'all niggas can't hear
Yeah, live niggas standin' right there
Yeah, my live bitches standin' over there
And if you're illin' in the front and you're smokin' a blunt
And you don't give a fuck, blow your smoke up in the air, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, nigga, word up)
Flipmode Squad (Krazy Kat), aight
Krazy Kat Katalog, aight (Flipmode, aight)
Mad Rapper, Busta Bus shit (Yeah, Brooklyn, that's how we do, nigga)
The live mode, them street corner niggas (My nigga Smiles)
Block party shit, nigga
We like whatever, yo
Whatever y'all wanna do, we do, Krazy Kat style
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