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Correct South Park Lyrics
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[Intro] That was cute man, that was real cute Now you about to get some competiton Cause I don't know if anyone else is gonna say anything So we about to get into this We about to bring this all the way back to the Bronx Know what I mean? S’Mickey – Black apple, bitch XMJ, peace to Lord GFC Yeah, I’m ready [Verse 1] Where I’ve been at, what I’m up to Nobody cares so my response is fuck you Black apple patron in the city y’all black foes Throw my hues like Langston I don't know what you thinkin So Kendrick wanna play this game? Cool, I got you Game point and I spot you Shoot over you then I watch you Look over to see the ball go through the net when I washed you You knew who to name in that song and who not to From the bottomless pit, out comes the pit Treatin kenny like Bane after he blew Gotham to bits Gotta be Mick, got the slick tho This is what you wanted nigga? Competition from a killer that’s a tundra spitter – cold I wonder what your steez did your sunny iller bars Black out eyes just like your album cover, nigga You the king of New York? Beg your pardon The king of LA is dead and that nigga from Harlem (2Pac) Don’t be like Ja Rule mimicking him Or we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor again Who Bishop against? None of y’all You avoid juice Fake Omar Epps, just be a Schoolboy Q Gonna prove facts wrong, talk over that shit You set the bar high, nigga, I vault over that shit Hollywood star, nigga, I walk over that shit You say you sick? I cough over that shit Who want this? I’m targeting you, calling your crew Who see the soul of Ab fly if heparring with you Homie it’s true But you know what? I ain’t gonna namedrop y’all to death Cause Hova’s team is the only Jay Rock we respect New York, no beef, just lyrical warfare I heard the record sat in my lawnchair like aw yeah I’m at the window like Malcolm looking at y’all scared You at your internet window, you saying I’m soft, where? (where?) You love my city, keep it accurate, dawg Stolo so haircutting think you got fabulous bars? Oh yeah, you used to copy Charles Hamilton, dawg A good kid turned the mad city after him y’all Plus the girl you was rumored with is outta New York I guarantee his lady go gaga over this song I aim for the soul with them bars, I won’t spare it I’m just concerned with the haters who hate after they hear us So if Black Hippy step they gonna die off, bless Vampire with the bars, I’mma find y’all next Killing everybody, you can cosign those bets You shot and got a quick return like the IRS Better than you, said it back in twenty ten though Polic with the penstroke, call up all your kinfolk Mighty with the sword, Ninja Gaiden It’s shockin how I held back and came at ‘em full force Remember Raiden (yeah) Let’s bet on the next threat, new cess next You struggle with the bars over your head like a benchpress Telling you right now, don’t talk around me Cause out west you couldn’t picture getting hit like a papparazzi Black apple, I’m ready to set it off Coming for the bank, who ready to play] the God? While I’m busting open doors everybody on the floor Put the money in the bags, don’t ring any alarms I’m taking over the town, Ben Affleck on the song Ain’t no king of New York, Biggie gone, Christopher Wallace Put it on the blogs for the frauds, make a response I’ll be here with the rest of my city holding the fort Reality gonna show him that I’m raw But can he get cancelled with his bitch? That’s Khloe and Lamar [Outro] Let’s have it, lets have some fun, you know You wanted to have some fun? Well, let’s do that then You know, make sure y’all ready Cause clearly we’re ready over here You know Nah, fuck, I got another verse I bet the funeral home got a stash, reverend got another church Two arts and mouse I’d rather battle Picasso and Dali in the gardens of Garvey Shadowbox with Ali, postin up Barkley Hypnotize…
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