Ratking - 100 Lyrics
These herbs take my verses for grantedEvery verse deserves a purse with a grand andA hearse with a handsomeI purchased a bandage for those thatAin't heard of the damageI bring I singVerses that merk off your mannerThink you po' likePicked up by the policeTO-nightIn bookingShooken so tightTingling mingling with the coked type that's so whiteOr the wild on canal so clothes tightOld-typeUncle StuTold me bout his whole lifeHow he used to hold knifesNow I hold micsHard pill to swallowHeard there's light at the end of the tunnelWasteman found itLeft it rotHe was chasing his troublesTim hit the puddleSplash raps up in the huddleAnd these *****ers wonder how we keep it one-double? (x3)Gold-fingered SportTossed me the beat, told me to keep it a hundredRisen the ranksTend to spit, speak, say what I want toGo to my gun orCool hands of thunder succumbPulling me underInto the jungleLike it or lump itEat, it's one or the otherCute kidTooth-edLose it now I'm putridTruth isToothlessZootedCare who could give two shitsUsually used withUsed to be mutedEh ehIt made me tightGave me a micNow I'm hype to use itMusic's just two centsThis flu I grew has left me too sickGonna take youThrough some of what we doingTruth's you can't deduce itHustlers that do itNever left if they know they need itIf you get it tell me what percentage do you keep it?We keep it!Hard pill to swallowHeard there's light at the end of the tunnelWasteman found itLeft it rotHe was chasing his troubles[Wiki]Tim hit the puddleSplash raps up in the huddleAnd these *****ers wonder how we keep it one-double? (x3)Don't forget itBullshitOf course, sweat itCuz we was force-fed itSince we was all born in it(X4)
