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Bernie Mac Lyrics - Artist : GRIP
That's better
Ah ah ah! Uh Uh, one of the best in my city my nig, so why lie? Only nigga's fuckin' with me is J.I.D and CyHi I rap circles around the rest I gave blood, sweat, tears, and my pound of flesh to be crowned the best Aye, who the fuck cut these clowns a check? Bozo's jump in the booth and go overboard with the sound effects Nobody fuck with you in your hood so you found respect from a bunch of white kids that browse the net My slayin' of the alphabet was premeditated I watch 'em deescalate while we levitated Heavily medicated, he never hated He just played the hand he was dealt Single handedly makin' sure that my damage was felt I'm still in the hood like mechanical belts While niggas sign they lives away to majors then land on the shelf My plan is the motion of star, and family wealth I know the opposite plot this is I've been cognizant since the floppy disk I jot a diss with no pot to piss Ain't knockin' no optimist, but I know we fucked Won't hold Zimmerman accountable, but'll grab the Calico just to hold me up And you better off runnin' your pockets, than to call the homies bluff, and get yo' cap peeled over 40 bucks I ain't scared of you muh' fuckas Word to Bernie Mac I done came to far there ain't no turnin' back They say "Grip you talkin' reckless" Nah I'm talking facts They ain't want no smoke I'm a walkin' pack I ain't scared of you mutha fuckas You don't understand! I'm gettin' tired of this shit! I ain't scared of you motha fuckas! But I love my black people! I find it whack They call you conscious if you actually rap Vernacular acrobat This one ain't for the platinum plaques The world at my feet, and I got the urge to play hackey sack Pick it up and dunk on your fuckin' head, like a Shaq attack Two classics back to back Where the fuck am I lackin' at? I'm in the pocket like Matt Hasselbeck Get throwed, like a tight spiral On the mic, I'm like Mike Tyson when he fight rivals Five hail Mary's and recite the bible's, your only shot at survival May your God guide you May the odds be ever in your favour It's been Hunger Games since we was playin' Sonic on Sega Blowin' the cartridge The raps was dummy The bro is retarded Your flow is lethargic Entire discography can get thrown in the garbage I ain't scared of you muh' fuckas! I mean that! Stop this violence! I was in Chicago, I did a show for Cook County Jail, and you know over 40% of the brothers in jail for nothin'? And they had a little survey, a little panel thing, we got to ask them each a question, so I asked them I said "Uh hey my brotha! What you here for?" He said "nothin'" Brothers got this thing about being a punk, what is a punk? I never did understand that fo- to save my life [?] I said man I said "so what you in for?" "I ain't no punk! " |
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