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Beast Mode Lyrics - Artist : Ludacris
Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em)
Listen close, nigga, yeah Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to touch the mic The first time it's been a problem Your life was a mistake Your pops should've wore a condom You niggas think you hard I think you better come harder (Go hard) I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber Ah, fuckin' with Luda's not a great look A verse'll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook Click, my styles are goin' into labor So if stars won a war, I made daddy like Darth Vader And since I'm always high, it's kind of hard to overlook me For over a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin' Tetris But they say patience is a virtue Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew Guess I was a thief that got away with these words Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry Birds In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man And I sleep with the John Dillinger And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker No, you boys ain't ready for combat Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath |
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