[Deala]
[Intro]
I'm talkin' right now 'bout stupid modern shit and the fact that it must be depleted
[1 verse]
It's 1 verse, I ain't gonna curse
Don't want to waste my time
So now, I'm puttin' down a real phat rhyme
Fucc yo' damn wine
Suppose you made yo' fuckin' rap
And can avoid the strap?
Yo' lyrics are wack n dat's da fact
Ya have to become a Mack
Or what ya gonna do?
Don't call your fuckin' crew
They just gonna sue, 'cuz can do nuthin'
Can only talk the shit by shit of somethin'
I haven't got a blueprint
But I can chase ya in yo' muthafuckin' footprints
Check yo' damn jeans
Ya had to change it
Look, I mentioned
Ain't got time to clench it
The clip is empty, the dick is hefty
I wanna suggest it to yo' wife
Stay away the real shit n enjoy yo' cool life
[Hook]
Now you are in the real hardcore trouble
Don't get with me in a squabble
If you don't prefer to deal with my double
[2 verse]
I'm comin' with my old school
Don't cry if real man didn't greet ya, fool
It's time to brin' back a real era
It will be a terror - fo' yo' ass
Don't get into the stress
Deplete all muthafuckin' new school rappas
'Cuz they are nuthin' only damn ho slappas
I respect modern tracks where there is a sense
But fucc those assholes who make it only for the Benz
Ren's character is a villain
He was right when said "niggas be talkin' but neva did a killin'"
But if dat was said in the past
What 'bout the hard wild west?
Pussy-ass-muthafuckas couldn't survive
Even if they gonna strive
It be funny to put 'em in '95
But fo' them there won't be any fun
They shoulda deal with Big Pun
To get used to real world
Hey, the bone is hurled
Dat means stop barkin'
Don't pretend that yo' ass is talkin'
Droppin' new shit and real men visit ya by walkin'
[Hook]
[3 verse]
Let sluts get some bucks
Before we have to put 'em in too many trucks
You know the fact, modern shit sucks
I'm lyricist not physicist
And I reveal this
Who duz respect 'em?
I assure no one, we should make a stamp
And close dat case
Throwin' the black ace into yo' fuckin' girlie face
You didn't shoe the damn lace
And yo' crew didn't do it too
So, y'all got fucked up
You didn't have to suck up
But you made it and those men gotta lock up
There's no remorse fo' yo' damn ass
'Cuz it kicks in doors and just pass - by the people who need
But in music videos you fling the muthafuckin' shit
Modern assholes got a couple of lines 'bout "their daily routine"
But I'm in the house n waitin' to make the kicks to yo' chin
Cease perfomin', 'cuz we must talk it out behind the scene
[Intro]
I'm talkin' right now 'bout stupid modern shit and the fact that it must be depleted
[1 verse]
It's 1 verse, I ain't gonna curse
Don't want to waste my time
So now, I'm puttin' down a real phat rhyme
Fucc yo' damn wine
Suppose you made yo' fuckin' rap
And can avoid the strap?
Yo' lyrics are wack n dat's da fact
Ya have to become a Mack
Or what ya gonna do?
Don't call your fuckin' crew
They just gonna sue, 'cuz can do nuthin'
Can only talk the shit by shit of somethin'
I haven't got a blueprint
But I can chase ya in yo' muthafuckin' footprints
Check yo' damn jeans
Ya had to change it
Look, I mentioned
Ain't got time to clench it
The clip is empty, the dick is hefty
I wanna suggest it to yo' wife
Stay away the real shit n enjoy yo' cool life
[Hook]
Now you are in the real hardcore trouble
Don't get with me in a squabble
If you don't prefer to deal with my double
[2 verse]
I'm comin' with my old school
Don't cry if real man didn't greet ya, fool
It's time to brin' back a real era
It will be a terror - fo' yo' ass
Don't get into the stress
Deplete all muthafuckin' new school rappas
'Cuz they are nuthin' only damn ho slappas
I respect modern tracks where there is a sense
But fucc those assholes who make it only for the Benz
Ren's character is a villain
He was right when said "niggas be talkin' but neva did a killin'"
But if dat was said in the past
What 'bout the hard wild west?
Pussy-ass-muthafuckas couldn't survive
Even if they gonna strive
It be funny to put 'em in '95
But fo' them there won't be any fun
They shoulda deal with Big Pun
To get used to real world
Hey, the bone is hurled
Dat means stop barkin'
Don't pretend that yo' ass is talkin'
Droppin' new shit and real men visit ya by walkin'
[Hook]
[3 verse]
Let sluts get some bucks
Before we have to put 'em in too many trucks
You know the fact, modern shit sucks
I'm lyricist not physicist
And I reveal this
Who duz respect 'em?
I assure no one, we should make a stamp
And close dat case
Throwin' the black ace into yo' fuckin' girlie face
You didn't shoe the damn lace
And yo' crew didn't do it too
So, y'all got fucked up
You didn't have to suck up
But you made it and those men gotta lock up
There's no remorse fo' yo' damn ass
'Cuz it kicks in doors and just pass - by the people who need
But in music videos you fling the muthafuckin' shit
Modern assholes got a couple of lines 'bout "their daily routine"
But I'm in the house n waitin' to make the kicks to yo' chin
Cease perfomin', 'cuz we must talk it out behind the scene
( Deala )
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