I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps But they're all playing
roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players I wonder where the coach
is My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches The dough that you're
making has got you fronting and faking Your heart's been shook your brain's
cooked like bacon Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on
it Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet And now it's my turn
kid watch me churn There's only so many spots they're had to earn Pack it
up pack it in So let me begin Don't make me have to smack your dumb ass
into a head spin You're left in suspense from the aura of my
presence Trying to get props under false pretense You wanna say something
but you're not sure If I'm a dis ya cause you're not pure Like the cheap
version that gets cut with baking soda If you had game you still couldn't
get over I know your crew's gotta be crazy weak Cause I can judge them by
the company they keep Way deep is how I get into this rap thing While
you're napping I got your chick's titties flapping She's asking for me to
hit her off lovely I'm a slay all you punks like as if I was ... When you
sell out to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some
classes All you curve pieces start shaking your asses All you blunt
holders take two pulls and pass it Back in '89 I dropped too much
acid Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid While you busy ragging on
the people you blasted I'm asking how many days have you
fasted Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little something I'm fed up
it's time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews be fronting I'm fed
up it's time to go head hunting Get up I'll break ya down a little
something I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews
be fronting I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Hey what's that sound
don't turn around To your back I got the grey ground Hard for you chumps
that act odd The ones faking jacks packing guns acting hard But let's
suppose you really had a burner You would still need some lessons on how to
hold it firmer Fuck a murder I'm a just kill your ego Cause we know that
you ain't really got no people Murdering a prop my man this my homey
that You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me
jack Eeny meeny miney moe I put seeds in your mental and I watch em
grow Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow Put the dough in my
pocket and I rock the show Cause I know and you this is how we
go Somalaku to the Muslim Shalom to the Hebrew Geed lust envy sloth
gluttony pride and wrath do the math These seven deadly sins represent my
jinn You scheming on testing me kid where you been I been told all my
life I'm my only friend There's a killer on the road money it's the
end And you might think that I'm a dummy But while you're out at the spot
I'm home chilling with your honey I kicks flavor Like Steven King I write
the horror If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you're best to follow Or
you'll be left along the road in the dust And me and you won't have too much
to discuss Trust me I be the gifted unlimited Too many of these rappers
blowing up because of Guinness kid You ain't did the bid you ain't never
pulled the trigger You battle me I make you stagger more than liquor I
get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I dealt ya'll Ready to fuck with me so boy
you better stop Cause I'm a beat your ass like your pops Get the real
estate money and then the props Chorus Lyrics submitted by: mikE'97
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