"Ree Against The World" (A Mr. Ree Dis)
been tryna holla at my h** for awhile now...she finally came to her senses...actually idonno how the f*** she feel...its new.....to the classic beat of Gang Starr's "All 4 The Cash"...down w/ the commercial Ride...up w/ DeMiSe
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Lyrics
It’s three thangs...polly-tricks hoppin ta the hip/
(1)Ya career ya pursuin, (2)music, (3)jockin my dick/ (look 1 line up)
...Which seem ta equal feedin The Man he didn’t plan/
Gettin Fed the fuck up by a deliver-Ree van/ (van = expert original artist)
What lit-tle u land, ya pitiful mans..graaaze by/
U had too big a swig o’ St. Ides or "Swang High"/
Rest assured.."Shit Change" or ya sense was hurled/
Who the reason u be feelin like its Ree Against the World/
Sit on tacks, when u nap..yeah!...calm another cobra/
Ya better chance of battle winnin- twistin offa so’da/
Mr. Ree a Hindi Indian freak piss where he dreenk/
Cuz he dissin peeps religions weak, dis-Miss’in deez ethnicities/
Injun please!...FAGGOT! u was *pitchin* a *bale*/
Now u on some Billy Clint shit u didn’t inhale/
ONCE was a baller-doe...came time ta suit up or sit/
U made a three ‘n a lay-up...I guess u pushin a six NOW/ (3-0 over Kreep Jigga!!)
No one hated...just overrated motivated../
U’s a test TUBE baby if u wasn’t PRO-created/
I can smell u sweat... Ell Oh vet/
And why not?!!...u like ya moms n’ even ya tribe’s God is a ele-PHANT/
N sew ya shit ta say u sold a hit but no one did right?/
Posted shit ta get it over wit, but no one QUIT right?/
Getcha SHIT tight...n’ how u spost ta SHIT on dudes?!/
Ya AAASSHOLE be lookin like a INTERTUBE
How much they done off-centered u!!/
Must spit sa’ YOU can git off TO ya bitched-up crew DEFENDIN u!/
So this some shit I give ta *U* ta listen to/
‘Leaaave Ree alone!’...'Ree be tryin hard!’/
Ree need a bodyguard n’ I aint even tryna harm!/
I cut ya cord...before u messed up pressed the button ta record/
They come’a runnin toward…they treatin u in front o’ the BOARD!!/ (OHHH NO!!)
Ree-bound! U out-doors...be found, u outscored/
Elevatin...Mr. REE didn’t reach the ground floor!/
He bout more...mail (/male) ain’t a sale he CAN account for/ (LOL)
He couldn’t RID a LP wit a "Help me" in dis-count stores/
Sound that four...pound, u bout that WAR/
All that booty "Horror Movie Rap"...brought ta u by *AL* Gore!/
"Ride Deep".....u BEST get OUT that whore!/
U goin’ down OR...inflictin mouths sore witta foul spore/
Chewin on some drrrowned drawers Foxy *Brown* wore/ (OH SHIT!)
U tryna have ya mans up...u putting DOWN yours!!/ (LMFAO!!)
Find out for...yaself...n’ tell he ISN’T a sister/
I know u heard of Mista Mac?...THIS is his Mister!!/
U smokin more than Canada grass…hand ta HAND in that glass/
Keep it...some’n otha’ than "crunk"... go "folk" ya man in the ass/
U aint fuckin wit mental if u happened to pass/
I don’t care if *U*...the PrinCESS Diana of ya class!!/ (Foreign Relations)
U lyin....u peels dum shells...ALL dat doe/
Tryin ridin...the wheels done fell off that hoe!!/
