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von Bizzy Montana
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pussies old
And who's the boss now?
Who's west hooker, fucked up
I see the crackheads, New Era hats, bobbleheads
Way back gangsters everybody would love to do stuff
When I'm hungry I have to bake rats like constrictors
Pack up you Rattenbacker after a sentence
Just drive home, poop lonely
No joke, no I don't waste wine bottles
My lifestyle, if I were fireworks on ice sheets
I'm walking on thin ice, I know
I spit Raimes, des is Synthesiser, B.i.z, south since
It may be that I exaggerate from time to time (so what)
Back and forth to see who's left
Jokes aside, I'm not actually a comedian
I don't need a promo or a big Philamonika
The only one who was always on top despite every threat
Seven South West 93 Flow - Drug Park
(hook) 2x
You are no more than a ___
I ___ stay ___ honestly I mean ___
ok me ___ not you ___
And now say again you are ___
no man
Everything is the same as it was then
I make the music you expect
Killer rap and spit bars like llamas
Rap rule now like Karl Glas, car windows
I'm rapping to write down a hundred in a few bars
I'm too good for anything to stop me
Des is the last round, bells are ringing, Notredam
Put dis in your player, turn on the speakers
B.i.z I fuck your music like a cunt, dick
I see all the doubters despairing
You only hear one part, applause, Geilsel
I'm not here to prove anything to anyone
No, I'm here to give a shit about anyone
I'm the boy everyone here knows from the music
I'm the boy from the area where the music burns
This is the area where the 7 is in front of the 9
3 South West 79 - Druglife
(hook) 2x
You are no more than one
I'll be honest with you
ok me ___ not you ___
And now say again you are ___
no man
And who's the boss now?
Who's west hooker, fucked up
I see the crackheads, New Era hats, bobbleheads
Way back gangsters everybody would love to do stuff
When I'm hungry I have to bake rats like constrictors
Pack up you Rattenbacker after a sentence
Just drive home, poop lonely
No joke, no I don't waste wine bottles
My lifestyle, if I were fireworks on ice sheets
I'm walking on thin ice, I know
I spit Raimes, des is Synthesiser, B.i.z, south since
It may be that I exaggerate from time to time (so what)
Back and forth to see who's left
Jokes aside, I'm not actually a comedian
I don't need a promo or a big Philamonika
The only one who was always on top despite every threat
Seven South West 93 Flow - Drug Park
(hook) 2x
You are no more than a ___
I ___ stay ___ honestly I mean ___
ok me ___ not you ___
And now say again you are ___
no man
Everything is the same as it was then
I make the music you expect
Killer rap and spit bars like llamas
Rap rule now like Karl Glas, car windows
I'm rapping to write down a hundred in a few bars
I'm too good for anything to stop me
Des is the last round, bells are ringing, Notredam
Put dis in your player, turn on the speakers
B.i.z I fuck your music like a cunt, dick
I see all the doubters despairing
You only hear one part, applause, Geilsel
I'm not here to prove anything to anyone
No, I'm here to give a shit about anyone
I'm the boy everyone here knows from the music
I'm the boy from the area where the music burns
This is the area where the 7 is in front of the 9
3 South West 79 - Druglife
(hook) 2x
You are no more than one
I'll be honest with you
ok me ___ not you ___
And now say again you are ___
no man
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