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No Feelings
(专辑: Kuruption! - 1998)
[Hook:] Nigga I
ain't got no feelings What the
fuck you think this is? I
got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I
make your family be missing you Nigga I
ain't got no feelings What the
fuck you think this is? I
got no reason to live So make your mind up What you wanna do? I
make your family be missing you [Verse 1: Slop & Patacico] Dusting you off like dirty finger prints on evidence Battling me ya dead like presidents I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff The
man just like Meth, Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def Wid a
pen I'm king like Kurupt, When I
throw a
style you betta duck If you don't yo ass is outta luck Don't fuck, wid the
masta, If I
have to, the
I'll blast ya Then go to church to see my pastor Why ya have to be like this Me and the
mic's tight like Gladys Knight and the
Pips This year my son turned six, Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit fixed Representing Jersey my raps hitting harder than bricks [Patacico] I'm iller, realer, Than ya local drug dealer Come to my villa, Meet the
nine milla, Letting off, Where I
stop you getting off, Make you feel it juts like Latifah's kiss in Set It Off You want war come on, Put on the
boxing gloves People call me an artist in the
canvas Cause I
draw blood, That's what's up, Wid the
shit I
manouver Hit the
losers wid a
Luger Than lay up in Aruba I'm gon' be rapping till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the
mic, I'm sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the
cico, the
freako Holding heat somewhere on Wall Sreet wid Sloppy Joe You hear me though? [Hook] [Verse 2: Slop, Patacico & Kurupt] My name is Stephen I
eat MCs for no apparent reason It in you if you skeezing I'm pleasing Those who dare, I
advise you not to stare You be assed out like a
flat tyre widout a
spare I
declare war before I
had to even the
score You got me hot like sand on the
shore, I'm running the
floor, like a
ballerina, I
go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina I
get honies to make you say "You seen her?" [Patacico] I'm pregnant, but only in my mind Hoping my baby rhyme grows up to be a
triple platinum album I
fell on, using the
steel to do crimes Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs Charismatic asthmatic, balling like Madden, Cream, automatic attractive like a
magnet Speeding like car racing, Cream like carnation, Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facing, Hey old lady, sorry's all I
can say By bills got me looking at pocket books, in a
different way, Fox got the
bubbled eye Benz-o I'm in the
back of Kurupt flex truck playing 64 Nintendo [Kurupt] Get peeled, skills in the
fields Raw dog raw deals, Niggas either ill, fake or real Penetrates I
only heard ah tens and thirty eights Ride as the
niggas turning states and flipping crates Get lift like weights, Bust and radiate spreading infections Murderous mafia connections I
wanna feel touched like feelings Start drilling start amping out, Hitting wid autos camping out, Wid autos innovative calculative creative Touched nigga, hectic, wid a
couple seconds A
bust nigga, from a
distance I
can peep a
fuck up You on the
Ave wid nuthing but cash to get stuck up Man them diamonds y'all got is nice, hot Never seen cowards wid so much ice I
got blocks to get all that's got behind the
scenes Selling glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines Zines, zines, zines.......
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