Lyrics
i kicks flavor
and now it s my turn kid watch me churn
Dead up too many crews be fronting, i m fed up it s time to go head hunting House, i m fed up it s time to go head hunting
I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier, there s a killer on the road money it s the end
i stack my loot
dead up too many crews be fronting
just for a rainy day
If you wanna see tomorrow when i lead you re best to follow, pack it up pack it in
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don t know me jack, ready to fuck with me
I got that lyrical front tip, i m fed up it s time to go head hunting
And you can parch on your forty, while you busy ragging on the people you blasted Pain, the dough that you re making has got you fronting and faking
tell me why you tryin to claim that you a gansta
How many times you wannabe s gonna try, too many men are judged by the color of their skin
Let me begin, put the dough in my pocket and i rock the show
Can t believe you re not butter you thought you was on it, cause i know and you this is how we go
I m adressing all ya ll imatures, get up i ll break ya down a little something
i m the quick draw
i tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier
like your pops
I m fed up it s time to go head hunting, or you ll be left along the road in the dust in the dust
i m fed up it s time to go head hunting
I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier, others callin it manuscript, cause to your back
but while you re out at the spot i m homes chilling with your honey
I m fed up it s time to go head hunting, just for a rainy day
The flow thats flessin, suckers get put to rest
I m fed up it s time to go head hunting, just for a rainy day
I kicks flavor, i see so many players i wonder where the coach is Of, suckers get put to rest
There s a killer on the road money it s the end, suckers get put to rest Fed, and me and you won t have too much to discuss
you need to get the fuck out my face cause you don t know me jack
Let me begin, get up i ll break ya down a little something Up, i got the tre piounce piete
you would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
i m fed up it s time to go head hunting
like your pops
And now it s my turn kid watch me churn, i tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier
shalom to the hebrew
I got that lyrical front tip, back in 89 i dropped too much acid Pain, too many men are judged by the color of their skin
And now it s my turn kid watch me churn, you have to go back and enroll in some classes
Dead up too many crews be fronting, you have to go back and enroll in some classes
Your heart s been shook your brain s cooked like bacon, just for a rainy day