Reviewer-Hey man u been doin' good but u still got room for improvement, ya lyrics aren't as good as
they could be
Ses-Fake acount, Fake account hey everybody check out Lejins fake accounts
(Intro)
Victory tastes so sweet
And this a JoCa beat
but ey wazzup wit all these/ dick ridaz
PMin' u n beggin u/ "oh plz hide us"
Why don't they voice their opinion/ in public?
I'm sure ya bitch ass/ would love it
O wait,/ I know the reason
Cuz they know iz/ huntin' season ... huntin season... huntin season
(Chorus X2)
We ain't playin wit... RMP
We ain't rollin wit... RMP
We ain't ridin wit... RMP
But we yawning wit... the rest
(Verse 1)
A-Gang run NG
And Moses knows this
The Eye of Music/ this foo' is trying to see sound
No wonder any sort of talent/ is nowhere to be found
Guess when Moses split the red sea/ the talent drowned
I spit at ya brain/ thaz y u retarded (water on ya brain)
Now when it comes to getting brain I got u outsmarted
I ain't a problem? So thaz y u can't solve it
When it comes to runnin I hope u bitches voted
Now if we talk about sprayin, I got ya coated
Fuck ya bus, I'ma high jack that shit n drive it into ya house
Said u got the southern grind, but I split the rails
Get as many heads against me, but I got tails
Finally got the come back, but I ain't impressed
Ses you seem stressed
So here lemme help u get some rest
Leave ya sleepin' yet fully dressed
(Chorus X2)
We ain't playin wit... RMP
We ain't rollin wit... RMP
We ain't ridin wit... RMP
But we yawning wit... the rest
(Verse 2)
U callin me the hatta,/ then how come u on the front page?
I'll get rid o u/ wit pocket change
Throw in a few/ nicks and dimes
Get u a free add/ on new york times
Have the muthafuckaz/ disconnect ya spine
So no worries/ about gettin' nervous
Let the Blood in u surface
A sign AGBS been here
I got it runnin like clockwork, set ma' plan to gear
Get on monster.com/ cuz I'ma end ya career
Squash ya melon/ and get the water flowin'
Better tell all the semen u swallowed to start rowin'
I don't need heat/ to turn this battle/ 180 degrees
Bitch please, NG wants this needle/ more than junkies
(Chorus X2)
We ain't playin wit... RMP
We ain't rollin wit... RMP
We ain't ridin wit... RMP
But we yawning wit... the rest
(Verse 3)
Said u got a car n keys?
Bitch please, then pay ya phone bill
If RMP run NG ya'll must be on a treadmill
Take ma' line and think u diss me wit it?
Fuckin homo ya mouth's filled wit other mens spit
If u in love me n SeRAPaphic it don't mean we brothers
We'll both cut down ya numbers, can call us barbers
We from earth but we'll give u close encounters
You lookin' fo' trouble? well u found us
Better pay ya rent cuz I ain't givin' ya room to breathe
This bitch waitin' for his balls to drop/ like it's new years eve
Down south love? Then how come ya myspace got New York?
Bitch I don't think u can handle this beef, mutha fucka switch to pork
(Chorus X2)
We ain't playin wit... RMP
We ain't rollin wit... RMP
We ain't ridin wit... RMP
But we yawning wit... the rest
(Outro)
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