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Tytuł: Who owns you

  • Wykonawca: Canibus
  • Wy¶wietleń: 231

  
   Jackers...Jackers
  Jackers...Jackers
  Jackers...Jackers
  Jackers...Jackers
  
  [Canibus]
  Yo...I thug it wit' you, I slug it wit' you
  I had niggas runnin' around like ''yeah 'Bis brung it to you''
  Nigga i'll punish you
  Catch you in the street like what's the issue
  Monkey face i'll monkey flip you
  I always wanted to dis you
  You ugly as a pit bull motherfucker i'll rip you
  This is where the Broad St. bullyin' stops
  My bars of gold bullyin' yours are not
  Truth is I never thought your metaphors were hot
  You just talk a lot a shit cuz your on the Roc'
  There's no proof in your ''Truth'' it was a flop
  That's why Jigga signed Cam'ron to take your spot
  You think you hot cuz you got a little bling or what not
  A typical hustler all you do is think about rocks
  With a budget like yours you should a sold more
  You probably think you were couped nigga your so wrong
  I think Jay fucked you go look at your deal
  In that black mink you look like a ape for real
  If I was blind and I couldn't tell
  I'll probably still hear it from a bitch that you ugly as hell
  For starters the Bentley aint yours it's Shawn Carter's
  And if it aint Shawn's its his partners
  Your just another ?convict? artist with frog lips
  On the Rocafella roster that follows orders, nigga!
  You tryin' too much you lyin' to sluts
  You too hyped up, spend some more time in the cut
  I'll turn my voice up loud so I can tell you was sup
  Rhyme for rhyme you was never ready for 'Bus
  Your quotables are anecdotical
  Your whole crew softer than tofu
  Most of y'all don't even know the ''Truth''
  If you did then you knew I was a soldier too
  Doing what you already sold your souls to do
  I'm doing shows and my wrist stays frozen too
  But I own my shit who owns you?
  I should sign to the Roc'
  Battle you in the lobby or worldwide plaza make you resign on the spot
  Give me that mic' back Mack Bitch you can't spit
  I don't even know why the fuck Jigga passed you that shit
  I'll embarrass you with that shit, blast you that quick
  Wrap you in plastic and toe-tag you as a Jacker
  
  Jackers...Jackers
  Jackers...Jackers
  Jackers...Jackers
  Jackers...Jackers