Mi Say So Lyrics

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These ILL niggas

Are ready to ride

Ready to die

Thugs who love to get high

B.I.S.H.O.P. di master of lyrical genocide

Let the bullets fly

And don't ask why

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Just point at the snake

And pull it

With hollow points straight into the dome

Like niggas in Rome

You'll be slaughtered in the lions' den

And I'm the King

Who anoints the herd

Have you word

Seen

So much blood

Even my eyes turn Red

From battles in the killing field

So real

Crabs gotta look for another barrel

But it's not my prerogative

It's the way thus niggas live

Just don't give a fuck

And not afraid to buck

So what nigga what

You can get tossed up

Quicker than a slut bitch gets fucked

I-Man input the dressing

It's this ya mic ya

In a salad

Like Cesar

Still singing Rap ballads

Avoid hazards

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With my gun

I spray cock lock and load

I explode

Like a grenade

With live ammunition

Thug nigga

Stay immortal like Wesley in Blade

Make niggas wade

In the water

As I slaughter

Their blood runneth over through the stream

I get mean

When I kick the rhymes

That I intertwine

Like a DNA strand

I step off the necks of the soft (

SFX: man in agonizing pain groaning)

After I say

Hot damn right

I spread my wings

And fly off into the night

Like Batman

Goes beyond those tales of stage fright

Fast

And leave a cap in your ass

Bigger than a creator

To match the gold fronts

B.I.S.H.O.P. gets greater

With all each lyrical killing

Plus

I'm a higher billing

Than a lawyer

Send those silicone niggas

Down the Mississippi with Tom Sawyer

As I help

Pipi get her long stockings on

As I ring heads

Like a bunch of phones on

A phone-a-thon

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I grab the heads

Of the pathetic

And the weak in the hall

And bash them in the wall

Repeatedly

Like a bank teller goes transaction after transaction

Cause it's payday

Kamikaze niggas

Spy-riling like downwards battles

It's Mayday

And they about to die low

But this shit is talking 'bout

You assed out without a doubt

Butt-naked in the rain with clout

The wicked ass shit

The clout gonna give you children paralysis

This microphone control

Is so heavy

I couldn't give weight lift

It with calluses

For trying to pick it up

They better not

Cause they gonna get stumped

Like Trump

Broke niggas always ask for cash

I laugh

And tell ém

Stick your middle finger up your ass

Then blow it out

From the Dash

That spot with Stacey

Spell it

With the Pell Grant

And even Voc-Rehab

Can't get you back in the streets

I will have you

Blowed up

Like shellfish nigga

Did that motherfucking nigga

In the Klumps

Lined up around the block

Trying to get some premium stock

But I got what they got

And I'm take what you got

Same way Len G

And all them niggas

Tried to play me

When I was trying

To profit with the word

Coming in like '98

You gonna stack it up

So we gon' have a plate

And I'm stack it up

So now

We now who makes this realness

Full as a clip

Back to the Continent of Africa

Where I came off a slave ship

Nigga!

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I move through the ground

With an uplifting sound

Like an earthquake

I get down and shake

The dirt where it hurts

Never feel the pain

Cause you gotta be deceased to feel that shit

Snatched up

And killed by The Beast

At least

Your folks won't find you

As a corpse

That you still live with them now

I leave them pussy niggas in the freezing cold

SFX: DJ Clue bomb

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