Jay Nice - HAGAR THE HORRIBLE
AyoI brought the whole thing of ether
With a bitch that dress just like the old Queen Latifah
Swaggin' on a crowd at the show he's a keeper
You would bitch up in a robbery like Bokeem the preacher
I'm clutching dead presidents
Duckin the Feds evidence
I'm tucking bread effortless
One of the best ever bitch
A young veteran, just keep son and da rest separate
I don't clout chase my nigga, I just represent
Give resources back in the ghetto I invest
Got mad shit on deck like I'm rebel INS
I don't settle I impress, move up levels, fly ahead
Buy a jet, I heard that them G5's is fresh
Flair Jordan back
Like I returned from the white Sox
A nigga got called up to bat running base
In a tight spot
But I had to stop, cause reason A, ion like cops
And reason B? I know that the iron I strike's hot
So I'm feeling like Mitch in the car
Ion wanna have to kill nobody ass
That's a risk on this job
So maybe that's why i stick to the bars
My niggaz dogs
In the field tripping and you don't want no visit from ours
Ain't no staying for that drama
So don't play wit niggas honor
I'll have niggaz under blankets like a baby in pajamas
I'm kinda crazy, and maybe that's my karma
For fucking so many baby mommas
I had three naked in the sauna
(I had so many niggaz baby momma's!)
They screaming out (I like to make you stay)
They telling me (I like to make you stay)
They begging me (I like to make you stay)
They screaming out (I like to make you stay)
I can't!
They screaming out (I like to make you stay)
They telling me (I like to make you stay)
They begging me (I like to make you stay)
They screaming out (I like to make you stay)
I can't!
Piece it all together like the earth's tectonic plates
Sonic race, I kept chronic haze
On my breath bombs away
Tossed away green in them packs
I'm Bret Farve wit plays
You beef wit me, you better rock ya Kevlar okay?
Duke fly talker, the God's ill
I'm Roc Marc' skilled, so my flow is the raw deal
This album is a classic like them niggas from park hill
Lowtech could press a million copies they'd all sell
(Spark tha spirits!)
So bettin' on a nigga your best decision
It's wicked cuz my recognition scaring the record business
It's causing some to hate, making methods to wreck me
I caught em at the God hour
Ironic how I put 7 in em
The fuck outta here man
Written by:
John Martin
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