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| Da Brat Anutha Tantrum (explicit) My Beliefs That i shouldn't smoke weed and shit, huh That i should cuss and shit, huh That i shouldn't do the shit i wanna do You know what i'm sayin'? But i don't give a fuck about what these niggas think That's they beliefs, here go mine I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes? Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer You could never be no competition to me You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit Show you how it happened While we laughin', diggin' your ditch And you can get your boys I got disciples and vicelords Planted through every city ready, declare war If you feel i stepped on your toes It was intentionally Cause it was meant to be the shit since i found jd My lyrical thesis broke in pieces For you pussies who can't feed off it Everything'll be fine, just hit the weed often Chorus: repeat 2x I believe good things come to those that grind Never take a step back, leave the past behind Keep your mind on some money and don't ever stop tryin' And everything'll be fine, everything'll be fine It's time to let your lighter spark Crank up the weed session With one of the best in the midwestern section Flexin' with no shame Cause a mi solo female mc's be back in the game Sun up to sun down i puff leaves Filled with imported trees from the west indies Chi-town's finest in more ways than one Me follow in the path of another, days is done See i got mic checkin' down to a science Meanin' i perfected the ways To shit on you and your alliance I write the type of shit that'll hypnotize ya Fuck around and kill your whole click like kaiser In the streets of prazza, the westside of niggas Ain't expects, smellin' like cannibus Can't nothin' handle this They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down Shit, cause my beliefs is i'm the baddest around, bitch Chorus Now it's the shit, you wanna contest me Never will you be the opponent left Leave'em swept off they feet So so def got that chief shit, keep it brief Under the covers ain't another bitch bad as me So i must keep comin' Keep on runnin' but you can't escape me I'm in your brain Remember the bitch you love to hate She on the paper chase In any case, but not any rate Keep the currency's increase, shit ain't cheap And my belief is to get the money, nigga So what's the beef to this? Enough cheese for brat, never endin' g's Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack The weak supportin' my habits Enough karats for the whole salad Smokin' cabbage every five minutes Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes I never listen to penny pinchin' Pussy eatin' punks advice To catch'em slippin' is my theory Be weary what i bust, make niggas weak And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches Chorus |
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