"...feelings hurt" "Now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk" "Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt"
"Nigga!" "Now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk" "Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt"
It's gonna be a suicide goin' up against a army Niggas get the wrong idea, like they can harm me The Ebony Capone lightin' bless on the throne My blow-out cleans in the sun like chrome Livin' off the hustle blowin' my fuse Bouncin' in and outta airports and cocaine shoes The thug is on 'cause society failed me When I creep through the streets I take steps of death daily (Nigga!) I never gave a fuck about shit Now don't slip, 'cause I was disciplined from the hip Or waistline like G-Rap I don't waste mine I'm paralyzing punks, I'm loadin' nines on they spine As soon as they drop, I boogy up the block And count my c-notes wit Triple Beam and Dino Now these is playas that's never caught guessin' All-out hustlers, pimps in they profession Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Y'all better know when you fucking with a pro It's a serious thing duke, I gots to let you know...
"You get your feelings hurt"
Here come that big-time nigga The slickest crime thinker (who?) The sickest roots cannon, applyin' pressure on triggers You better not move an inch or flinch 'Cause you was popping mad shit now let me see the bad shit Fuck around, you best be ready You petty, I make you motherfuckers hot as the Serengeti I be the baddest motherfucker on this mic piece Relentless lyricist, niggas hoping that I might cease Or, slow down some I...stimulate the mic like a tongue make a bitch cum Sippin OE, living life to the T Making licks for Lucci simultaneously See mad niggas walk around with frowns (why?) I'm shuttin' 'em down like clowns A clean sweep, when I creep on ya clique Like the Grim Reap I freaked your technique rhyming in my sleep Megatose and verbal venom combined I drop you six feet deep with lines nigga, you get your