It’s time to wreck it so hard
I’mma talk ’bout too much stuff which can be occured on the street n in the damn world in general
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s da one of the phattest flow in this album
Wheneva #ssh#l#s see the gloomy sea, they spit ‘hell, no’
Gonna live n enjoy like daily wretched bustas
Wanna drink some beverages n deal only with the prankstas
To tell the truth, the imagination of somethin’ is not complicated
There are too many people who don’t want to be checkmated
Even when there’s a sign when they lost
The muthaf#ckin’ coin shouldn’t be tossed
To show whether they should play or not
The same as b#tches, they are f#cked up
Started to be off the chain n play chess again
But pretend to be dangerous talkin’ ’bout guns such a Mac-10
Made some hard tracks in the album ‘On Tha Fuss’
It must be done everytime to show how muthaf#ckas get bust
Any kind of da game can be turned into tha real fight
No one wants it but the real sh#t is so tight
Go in this track with not previous fast pace Ho with a strap gets under real hard chase
Po-po shoots in the back if ya don’t get tazed
Dough is da lack n people do nuthin’ only waste
Yeah, check it out
Let’s take b#tches n those miserable snitches
Is there any muthaf#ckin’ difference between them?
It’s too difficult to provide it, just make a f#ckin’ stamp
Tha vital thang is to notice all real stuff on the streets
From fat cats to the muthaf#ckin’ pigs
But like I said I don’t talk ’bout damn politics
I’d rather provide less information ’bout physics
Brimmin’ with confidence you don’t know any law
Yo’ whole life you plan to sit n drink some sh#t in the bar
Better take a book from the shelf n check it
To know how to survive before some men come n wreck it
‘Cuz you even can’t communicate properly
The each sh#t is done by you is sloppily
In the first verse I talked ’bout general stuff at all
And in this talked ’bout you n how you are small
Hit this muthaf#ckin’ beat with a dope lyrics
People scared of gettin’ acquainted like Scrudge of the spirits
Everyone sittin’ on the sofas n bein’ f#ckin’ online
Don’t know they just waste their precious time
Do almost everythang via stupid muthaf#ckin’ devices
Just can get in the Net the damn license
What gotta be happened to the world next?
It’s an explicit content but it’s a vital text
Goin’ outside just to hit the muthaf#ckin’ shops
Even men today wearin’ the girly dreadlocks
It’s really hard to recognize who they are
Fo’ each of them better become the p#rnstar n dance at the bar
Dat’s some kinda the muthaf#ckin’ verdict
All kinds of people on the street can easily get murdered
And no one can do somethin’ f’real with dat
Just care ’bout yo’ family n ’bout yo’ f#ckin’ head
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