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#103,585 today
Peak #705
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Peak #380
Author
Lu Cipher
Rights
Waystid Talent Productions
Uploaded
April 10, 2007
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:14
Lyrics
Title: Boss Nigga
Production Credit: Soul Theory Productions
Project: Swaggaholic
This is not all metaphors
This is raw cuz we all know we got a war to get ready for
This is he attack me - I put his head on floor
Witness me jack b - this is 24 / 7
Flow greater and I ain't in my prime
Mo' paper than a pro skater cuz I stay on my grind
Move like a pimp so I lay with a dime
That give me brain all the time
So I stay on her mind
No waiter but I still hold the tre in the sky
Niggas die if they ain't on my side
I'm the Hiphop tick-tock click clock
I stay with a bomb
Izz got the shit locked
She constipated the rhymes
You ain't never won an award
I'm nominated for nine
Dig a hole - you could die the same way as Saddam
You put yourself in the air bitch...air bitch...
I'm just here for the chair kick...chair kick....chair kick...chair kick...
(Yeah)
Chorus
Let me tell you bout me
I'ma break loose cuz I make moves everyday (yeah)
Business man so I got bread - plus I'ma pothead that love Mary Jane
And I'm headed for the top yeah - but I ain't gon' stop there - I'm tryna get paid
CEO - You should get lost nigga cuz I'ma boss nigga - get it straight
I came to the battle with a mic a couple friends
You came with shit you wrote down, dawg you shoulda brung a pen
On the low down niggas download my whole style
Cuz the way I show up when it's time for the showdown
I'm profound with these verbs and these pronouns
Never go down - I got the whole town on me
Keep poppin' what you said - I got the 4-pound on me
I'll sock him in the head - I am no clown homie
I'm tired of the hood - Too many mobstas getting carried out
I'm thinking like a man now - time to get my family out
So I'm thinking bout the Oscar and Grammy route
Pasta, lobster - no more carry out
No more hand-me-downs - Get em off quick
Mr. O-Letter know he flow better off piff
Cuz when I spit after puffin down aery
The weapons that I drew bury more - it must be sumpthin bout Mary
Chorus
You as small as a milligram
You ain't in the big plan - you just niggas with the middle man
You little man, if you act simple man
Nigga I'm a psycopath - I will fight yo ass like a little man
Stomp ya face and walk away like a bigger man
Hot cuz I'm cool off the top like a ceiling fan
You should see the house that I copped in the Caribbean
Top-notch security ain't nobody gettin in
Got alarms on the door and they might go off
I built gates on the windows like Microsoft
I'm a baller for pesos - Sort of an A-hole
I don't send demos - I just call up the label
Like "I'ma send my CD, ya A&R boo me,
Then I'ma turn the offic to a rated R movie"
So if you don't wanna be the next Columbine
You should show me the dotted line that I gotta sign
Chorus
