Came across da police
And they started to quiz
Dat was on tha quarantine
You are the f#ckin’ b#tch actin’ like Taylor Christine
But she ain’t no b#tch
I’m playin’ football on the pitch
When I got a spare time
Ready to make a rare rhyme
Every hour I’m actin’ so fast
No time to mess with the #ss, don’t wanna be bust
In da past you knew ’bout somethin’ thru’ newspapers
Make all this sh#t by myself, f#ck all labels
Switch too many tables to get into proper game
I mean to find #ssh#l#s who are so lame
But I don’t do that anymo’
Live real life n gonna f#ck yo’ damn ho
But f#ck her
Shе can be with a muthaf#ckin’ disease
You got ownеd by her like the mouse got caught on da cheese
You are not my homie
Don’t act like you know me
‘Cuz I don’t deal with the muthaf#ckas who are phony
It’s a fuss time
I’mma bust a rhyme
Actin’ so quick
Better stay in the hut with yo’ modern sh#t
Wheneva I go outside on the street
You should go inside n start to read
You can get f#cked up seein’ dat real sh#t
So, I gonna repeat
It’s no time fo’ messin’
You came back from the school n start stressin’
But lemme give you a lesson
Like it was done by Smith & Wesson
Yo’ #ss must comprehend
That real men not always wearin’ the f#ckin’ band
When bustas made a rhyme, they consider it’s a miracle
What ’bout the real hard rare syllable?
Just gonna find it in the damn Net
But you’d better find yo’ self in the hood rat
I’m makin’ a fuss in each f#ckin’ group
I don’t even need in tha beat or the loop
Goin’ to the school to not only study
But chillin’ with the buddies
In our hood we ain’t got any parties
Still neva drivin’ on the car
And f#ck the damn bar
I neva broke the law
Actually, I don’t give a f#ck what ya think ’bout me
Tell me to my face n get f#cked up n you will be thrown away into the muthaf#ckin’ sea
Everyday get to the school on a bus
Ain’t got much dough to make a real fuss
You know my style, it’s too wild
But today I make it cool
Not a laid back, go to the damn school
I don’t give a damn if you gonna dance
Puttin’ the jam on the muthaf#ckin’ lance
Dat’s how it be on the shot of movies
You gonna f#ck all groupies
To get more props
But who can get props on the muthaf#ckin’ blocks – f#ckin’ stupid hoes?
Even #ssh#l# knows
That he should stay away or can fall into rose
Damn, suppose you imagine dat pain
After that, yo’ #ss turns into insane
I like when it’s rain n kickin’ yo’ f#ckin’ #ss there, ya know what I’m sayin’
Hopefully, you know what was done by guerilla
Rest on the sofa n read the magazine
You are hung over n the title is Jealousy
Stay away, little b#tch
And get laid with yo’ f#ckin’ snitch
[Hook] X2
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Deala Lyrics – On Tha Fuss