Bass me, face me, task the tip of a tastey Bitches are sweet as a pastry You don't know me homey, from a peach or a pony I'm the Only, now your lyrics look lonely Lyrically fortified, born, I'm immortalised Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides Packed with black positivity and wizardry I'm my own body and it built for partyin Slotcar I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap ???? abroad and I represent that ass dat shows seniority, lays the foundation Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched Keep your face way away from the rough stuff If it ain't rough it ain't rugged Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded >From the intro to end I will flow Weltkugel Bildschirmhintergrund and aslo, yo come let the ho's go
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Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go) Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho immobilien korschenbroich Verse 2: Treach
Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin Thirsty for action, workin and smackin The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix They've all been blown into dust bits Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity Jüchen Immobilien Part of the start is the end of any identity Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off East, the West, the South, break North You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that It's my way on a highway, forget your friends cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens Let the ho's go
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Verse 3: Treach
You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough then sayin "sorry" like I really give a motherfuck You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a? A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin "Give me yours" Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover Cos I have one for this robbery and many others Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say "Thankyer" The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you So don't try ta hide or apologise Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise So if you know what I mean and have a hop block and never ever seen a day when the money stops You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go Let the ho's go
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Verse 4: Treach
Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete and see that head go off and down from a thousand feet Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that They see a sheet and a cross, they say "Oh, gimme that" Hollow wind in Illtown and don't you be a ghost Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go Let the ho's go
