Now first of all keep my name off record
I'm internationally known, lyrically respected
Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up
And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks
It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud
But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd
There'll be ashes to ashes and dust to dust
The moment we bump heads nigga fuck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the smarter hoes rush the bus
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to bust
Cause think about it, I've been the only one that I can trust
Since I had to use shoe polish to covеr up the scuffs
I climbed up from the bottom thats why thеy on my nuts
And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths droppin'
And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house shoppin'
Hahaha Yeah!
Aye you're either a full blown sicko, senile or stupid
To run up on me with the blicky and don't use it
Watch as I express murder through music
I've been around a while now, heard a few lose it
Banks make the money, money don't make me
We been together like 8 Ball and MJG
Like Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone
Norega & Capone, or a hater on the phone
It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away
You're nobody, you can die today
I'm MJ, fuck what you're man say
I got a new cannon that's hologram gray
Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron
It used to be competition, now they all gone
Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms
You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip your lip
Cause we can all get down, go grip for grip
You're better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything gonna stop when your man drop
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside jamaica to jamrock
And I be over seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it
I don't smoke weed with the seeds and the sticks in it
I'm the reason your dough goin' thin
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin' pins
You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse
And I stack cause I'm after the bread
I got a G for every bump on your face and every nap on your head
I be set for a week while I'm back from the dread
With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread
HAHAHA
I'm internationally known, lyrically respected
Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up
And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks
It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud
But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd
There'll be ashes to ashes and dust to dust
The moment we bump heads nigga fuck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the smarter hoes rush the bus
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to bust
Cause think about it, I've been the only one that I can trust
Since I had to use shoe polish to covеr up the scuffs
I climbed up from the bottom thats why thеy on my nuts
And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths droppin'
And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house shoppin'
Hahaha Yeah!
Aye you're either a full blown sicko, senile or stupid
To run up on me with the blicky and don't use it
Watch as I express murder through music
I've been around a while now, heard a few lose it
Banks make the money, money don't make me
We been together like 8 Ball and MJG
Like Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone
Norega & Capone, or a hater on the phone
It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away
You're nobody, you can die today
I'm MJ, fuck what you're man say
I got a new cannon that's hologram gray
Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron
It used to be competition, now they all gone
Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms
You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip your lip
Cause we can all get down, go grip for grip
You're better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything gonna stop when your man drop
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside jamaica to jamrock
And I be over seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it
I don't smoke weed with the seeds and the sticks in it
I'm the reason your dough goin' thin
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin' pins
You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse
And I stack cause I'm after the bread
I got a G for every bump on your face and every nap on your head
I be set for a week while I'm back from the dread
With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread
HAHAHA
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