This Is Crazy Bro Im Straight

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This Is Crazy Bro Im Straight
[Part 2: Yonkers by Tyler, the Creator] [Verse 2] Uh-huh, I was just talkin' about how I like Tyler and that nigga Cole Uh, I'ma, uh I'ma fuckin' Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks Run up on me, you get popped Catch the shot out the Glock, I'm the Juice, word to Pac Run up on me, pop your top, matter of fact, better back up 'Cause I'm in the back of the truck, with the MAC tucked Tell that nigga condiment or somethin', he need to catch up He can't catch us, them niggas can't back us, huh Man, them niggas need some backup I'm on the scene, boolin' with my bros Like I'm Drake with the 6, runnin' through it with my woes Run up on me like Shaquille, in the paint I'm throwin' bows You a ballerina 'cause I keep you on your toes Shout out to them Florida niggas, I know some zoes Run up, that's okay, I'm finna let the choppa blow I'm on Westwood, ridin' through your hood Like Red Ridin', strikin' like bright lightnin', my flow is too excitin' I'll end your world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin' it Try me if you think I'm lyin', man, listen how I do it I get brain from a smart bitch but she stupid Put an arrow through your heart, but no, I'm not Cupid Make you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it's not Cupid The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone Yo bitch is so sprung, yeah, I put the team on She gon' give the whole team head, call that a crew neck But I'm wearin' a sweater, I'ma get her wetter, uh I'm the best to ever do it, I'll say that shit forever No matter the weather, knock 'em out like Floyd Mayweather I'm off the dome kickin' it, that's just how it is I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids Hell nah, 'cause you will get popped off like a zit If you fuckin' with my money cuz, I'm all about a grip Tell your bitch to swallow kids and I'll tell you to swallow clips Rest in piss, rest in this, matter of fact, I'ma go hard Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill 'em like Bogarts Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie I'm hotter than white bitches chillin' in a jacuzzi My money got longer, shout out to Uzi I'm in the scene with a nina, you run up, I'm shootin' I swear that you don't want no problems with me, it's over with Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober shit It's a union with my gang, come around like a Soviet Matter of fact, I'm finna gamble for this shit, where your poker chips? If you run up, you'll, you'll get cranked like Soulja did I'ma drop bars same way I drop bombs You ain't on shit, ww-dot-com I forgot a W, I took that out, 'cause that W stand for "Win" I never took the losin' route, I always took the losers out Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out Run up on me, that's okay, they beefin' on computers now? I'm not worried about these niggas, keep a .30 on my hip I Steph Curry about these niggas These niggas hella soft, man I worry about these niggas I never run away, I don't flurry away from niggas That nigga lil' pussy, he furry, ain't he, lil' nigga? Pull up on the scene, you know I'm with it My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a "Stop, you're finished" You know we dig it I'm ballin' like Dennis Rodman, I'm fuckin' awesome I'm bombin' like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic I'm faster than Sonic, I'm faster, withdrawals got me fastin' My stomach movin' slow like molasses I got it, run up on me, I'm poppin' Feel like Drake when I'm rappin' 'cause I start from the bottom All this shit that I'm talkin', I could probably back it up I slide into your bitch DM like a sled and toboggan For your brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin' at Target I'll turn your ass to a target then threw your ass in the garbage Run up on me, it's nothing, I swear to God that I'm bussin' Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin', haha These niggas makin' assumptions, me, I'm just makin' this money, huh I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference? Broke niggas and rich niggas, showin' the distance This is a business relationship, fuck a friendship All these other niggas fake like, "What you got over there? Let me get something off your plate," nah I did this by myself so I don't need nobody help Shit, I'm a giant, you an elf, I put your brains up on a shelf after I collect it Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon Slide through your block again and catch some sloppy seconds That's a preference, I heard you like talkin' about Heaven Well I send your ass to hell, right next to Jezebel, uh, huh You can catch twenty shells, you a fat pussy, you get shot, Garfield I got bars like jail barbells, these niggas not funny, huh, Seinfeld, aha But my flow is so unpredictable Fuckin' with me is like steppin' in a minefield Man, I could never mess up, I gotta 'fess up, this is a confession I pull up on the scene with my .40, it came from my plaster That shit's a blessin', huh, I leave you in the past tense I wrap the rap in plastics, that's just some plaster rap But I'm still the realest rapper after the fact, huh, can you imagine that? Man, these niggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn't magic that Man, this rappin' shit is such a passion Not a father when I did it so I'm callin' me a bastard And these niggas talkin' dumb to me But that shit doesn't matter, 'cause my pockets gettin' fatter And I'm climbin' like a ladder, outer space, I'm up on Saturn With some niggas that came from my hometown They really rowdy, you run up, that's okay I swear to God we get to growlin' and bouncin' and pouncin' You gon' need a bouncer, we robbin' your accountant for everything So much money that I ain't even count yet Life's a bitch, why is mine keep playin' farfetched? These niggas ain't locked up, haven't seen bars yet My gun singin' like Barbra, guess, Streisand I got a knife in my right hand, your bitch in my left hand Her meth in my back pocket, I'll give it to her in a second If she keep jockin', I'll rip your eyes out of your head If you keep watchin', I am the best rapper in here The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere I can say what I want and it come out how I want it Run up if you want, that's okay 'cause it's over I really do not condone it, I don't fuck with opponents It's commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three And they be singin' like Jonas, I don't really got no smoke But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin' Robins Back at the bottom, now it's Givenchy and Gucci All over my pair of pockets, man, maybe I should stop it Let's keep goin' man, I'm just feelin' nauseous Off the Henny, that's the remedy A hundred in these clips, so if I shoot it that's a centipede I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin' like a century It's twenty-one inside this clip, huh, like the century, I'm schoolin' niggas Ruler in the Glock, elementary, I'm in her mouth like a dentist She made me replenish, I'm ballin' like I'm Dennis Rodman, rotten, plottin', freestyle, no jottin', I got it Man, I could rap forever If I go broke, Westwood, I'ma prolly trap forever So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes My gun with me 'cause let's go, ooh Next beat, next beat, I may come back, ahahaha
[Part 3: Kill by Earl Sweatshirt] [Verse 3] Next part, Earl Sweatshirt Kill? Cool, uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh Catch me spittin' on this Kill beat Hopin' that these niggas would just feel me, the real me My weapon is concealed and You know I'm a suspect when I walk into the building I came to London just to make some noise The shit I say is for grown men, these bars are not for lil' boys I'm Andy with these toys You run up on me, you get flexed on like Terry Crews and steroids Listen, I been ballin' like a Piston I been marchin' on niggas like I am army enlisted You run up on me, you get it My choppa retarded and spittin' on these goofy ass niggas Pop a roofie, I'm gone, in a whole 'nother zone Put my dick in yo mom, that's the shit that I'm on Yeah, that's the shit that I'm on, you ain't on shit 'cause you dumb You run up on me, you gone, that choppa on me, it's rung You get hung like a noose I'm about the war, give a fuck about the truce All about myself, I give a fuck about you Matter of fact, I may just shoot the fuck up out you Put an X next to your name like Malcolm I guess you didn't weigh your options out, your outcomes You did the wrong shit on the right day We turn a white day into a red day Fuck what yo mom say, fuck what yo dad say I keep it 3K like my first name Andre If I go broke, I'm probably servin' like an entree In Bombay with yo girl suckin' all on me Off the Xannies, I'm a zombie Don't believe me, try me, fuck around, stomp you I'm kinda hungry off the weed, I may chomp you And that shorty, she a eater, she a muncher Man I'm feeling like a monster Straight Jeffrey Dahmer when I'm grippin' the Llama You don't want problems, no smoke at all I take your whole pound and smoke it all I take yo bitches then fuck 'em all They on my D, I'm hatin', I duck 'em all And she look at my whole team then suck 'em all Macaroni on me, it'll buck-buck 'em all Man somebody tell me to stop, nah, I'ma keep goin', just watch I take yo Rollie, yo watch, yo bitches all on my cock You run up on me, get popped, they judge a nigga like Cochran They forgot to stop it, run up on me here I got a rocket on me, no launcher I feel like I am the best-est, I'm deadlier than asbestos My word is really my weapon, I'm coming back for some seconds Freestylin's a preference, send you to stairway to heaven Man, these niggas writin' the shit that I say The beats beat when I'm beatin' like Doctor the Dre I pull up on them with the choppa, and screamin' out, "Hey! Fuck you, pow pow, have a nice day" And my wrist is like an ice tray, and yo bitch she do what I say Yeah, she put her hands in the air when my song come on Like single ladies and Beyoncé, yeah And the way that I spit shit I burn niggas like Jamaicans with the incense Been the realest with the shit ever since I was an infant I'm a misfit, Tony Hawk on my grind like a trip tip, you could get hit Choppa leave you cryin' like a chick flick, I'm a sick kid Bitch, I been lit, man these niggas ain't shit but some pussies And pork ass niggas, fuck is a piglet Fuck is these niggas, I don't fuck with these niggas A four-leaf clover on a bullet, good luck with these niggas Man it must suck for these niggas, ol' sufferin' niggas YouTube ol' video bufferin' niggas Ol' big bad wolf huff-puffin' ass niggas 'Til I pull up on the scene like, "You think you hard?" I put a bullet hole through your muffin ass, nigga Man, all the songs that I'm bumpin', I got the partiers jumpin' You run up on me, it's over, that chopper's on me, it's dumpin' I'll dump you like a bad relationship, hold on, wait, wait, wait Let me take this shit, it may take a bit I spit the shit I say, go back, re-say it Then say somethin' different, replacin' it, man they hatin' us It's presidential brain from yo bitch Sarah Palin kid Still sellin' John McCain, like you got yo shit snatched My flow is off the chain, pull up in the rover, yeah, I got the range I feel like Drake, nothing was the same Niggas love to hate, get up out my face before you catch a AK Shoot him in his face, tell that nigga bye-bye, man down, mayday Pull up to his mom house and turn it to my safe place I need a safe haven, I'm too busy slayin' Dyin' my hair like Super Saiyans, leave his face on the pavement Jackie Chan when I'm smokin', I really feel like an Asian Fuck yo bitch when I'm high, call that shit Asian persuasion I rush out with yo girl, she fuck for hours up in the shower I feel like I got superpowers, I'm so superb I'm 'bout the action, you niggas 'bout action verbs I don't gotta say a word, I shoot for the green, feelin' like Larry Bird On the competition, I drop and take a turd Shove it in they ears, they hearin' every word Really though, I get it poppin' like a nigga hittin' wheelies, ho Or an ollie, ho, or a molly, ho Run a train on yo bitch, that's a trolley, ho Don't try me how I do you like Dej Loaf You want to go to heaven so bad, here's a halo My gun sing like J Lo, you better get low like limbo Before you catch a couple shots for yo kinfolk I'm Rambo with the ammo, I don't never let go Money kinda stick to me, call me Juice Velcro Say you gettin' money now, fuck nigga hell no You don't like Adidas but this choppa give you shell toes This choppa give you shell toes And leave yo ass dancin' on the floor like a red nose Beam on my gun, that's a red nose Pull up on the scene, let the shit blow Yonkers, Yonkers, in this bitch with Westwood, man [Part 4: Unbelievable by The Notorious B.I.G.] [Verse 4] Yeah, let's do it, oof, got a lil' more bounce to it, don't it? Uh, uh, I've been going through a lot as of lately You can call me crazy Bitches wanna play me Really I got blueprints Feelin' like I'm JAY-Z My flow in the morning, Westwood no Sway B That's just how it is, boy My flow so brazy, my flow so cool My flow so outdated, so old school But then nigga switch it up to something so new These niggas walking around like they bulletproof 'Til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof Kill his son too Give a fuck, oh, give a fuck Nah, not what I do I'm the type to pull up on your youth group With a choppa and a machete, that's fuckin' useful Matter of fact, here it go I ain't the same nigga I was a year ago I feel like Jesus in the studio I'm spittin' miracles, I'm in that white whip What you call that shit? A miracle Fuck yo bitch from the back singing negro spirituals Got a seal, like fate, like a fuckin' envelope I ain't dope, I'm anti-dope, word to Travis You run up, that's okay, you gettin' played like Lenny Kravitz I never had a father, like I said I'm such a bastard You run up, uh, cool, I'ma let your brain splatter The bullet rim rattle I feel like Shaquille in the fourth Break backboards How I break her back when I hit it from the back, boy I'm up to bat, boy, it's out the park like Barry Bonds You best believe that boy, huh I spit crack boy I spit anything they want I sell it and make it right back boy You run up on me you get smacked, boy You get smacked like a bitch and a pimp running laps boy I'm running shit like gym class on your bitch ass Leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a Tampax I pull up on 'em with two guns, they attached Knocked 'em out, ping ping ping, boxing match, uh But my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched My flow is so hard, your flow is wack My flow is so crack, your flow is so mid My flow is so kill, your flow is so eh I don't got time for it Suck on my dick, tell your bitch to come over and swallow my kids Choppa on my hip I had to hollow my tips Hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his ass slippin' Pull up on his ass leave him leakin' I get 'em Walkin' with a limp, .40 heavy like I'm pimpin' Matter fact I have 'em dancin' when I shoot it crippin' Niggas talkin' stupid 'til that nigga end up missin' UFC when I fight 'em I put 'em submission Hand on a Smith and, I'ma go and get 'em Stevie Wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision You can't fuck with me, uh, you can't fuck with me, huh I'm like a bad STD, bitch, you stuck with me, huh .40 on my hip, I up it on me luckily, huh Rushin' hours, like I said got Chrissie Tuck with me, ayy Couple niggas that's bound to not give a fuck with me, huh Just in case these other niggas try to fuck with me, uh Kept my wits about me luckily, you know I'm smart, uh I've been flying through the air I feel like Bonaparte, uh Keep two bitches in my circle like I'm Noah's Arc, uh Fuck with me I up that choppa tear your bones apart, uh Felt my grove on this track now I'm goin', huh In too deep with this rap shit the ocean, uh I'm a flow of the purple, the potion, uh I'ma catch me a op in the open, uh I make this shit look easy while you strugglin' I'm ballin' triple doublin' while you doublin' I exposed like shrooms get it? I be trufflin' It's Terry Crews with this shit you know I'm musclin' Watchin' Regular Show laughin' at Muscle Man Chip on my shoulder it's lookin' like a Pringles can Desert Eagle on my hip, I'm not a Eagles fan You know I'm from Chicago they my people man, yeah Try me if you wanna I'll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana Matter fact you run up on me you don't want no drama I'ma leave you scratched like a DJ after DJ Drama touched it I don't give a fuck, I'm on my fucked shit I'm killin' niggas like they on my bucket list I turn my bucket list into a fuckin' fuck it list So when I kill I walk away like fuck it, shit I be on my fuck it shit Matter fact me and G-Money hittin' the dealership Pullin' up in the Chrysler like John Dillinger Rich as fuck like, "Damn, is you drug dealin' bitch?" Nah, I'm rappin', used to be trappin' Niggas was actin' Cops hit the door I hid the coke in the napkin I was shootin' craps takin' money Takin' craps on all these niggas takin' naps on me They was sleepin' Westwood, they was sleepin', couldn't believe 'em Now I'm the type to beat the beat up 'til it's bleedin' Choke it out 'til the mutha' fuckers barely breathin' They ain't know a rockstar could rap like this I'ma MC off the High-Tech mixed with High-C You don't want that Shoot you in your stomach that shit hard to digest Make a art project out the projects Shoot you in your eyes put the shit in prospect Lookin' at your mindset, I'm beyond that I'm beyond that, I like this beat This beat like me, I check this beat This beat Nike, these shoes on my feet These shits pricey, like thirteen hunnid, huh You know I run it, I pull up in Hummers You know I roll with them gunners I feel like Birdman stunner, uh You don't want no problems I give you cancer with this bullet You can catch this trauma, uh Man I know you heard the rumors Niggas beefin' all over computers Until I catch 'em lackin' in my city Beat him in his head until he catch a tumor Tell his momma that I did it, she confused "Why my baby all over the fuckin' news?" "What the fuck my baby went and fuckin' did?" He prolly went and fucked with Juice The Kid That's my old name, now it's Juice WRLD Went to a different planet Now I'm up in two worlds Fuck that shit I'm up in two girls Diamonds and pearls, I'm ruling the world Revenge on my body, bitch, 'cause that's my state of mind Stevie Wonder like I said before 'cause I'ma rob you blind I got all these answers that these niggas search to find And they bitches kinda bad I'ma have to get behind Hit it from the back until I fuckin' break her spine After that I may just have to go and take what's mine Yeah, yeah, turn on that Mob Deep shit [Verse 5] Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, oh Ain't no such thing as halfway Ain't no such thing as halfway Ain't no such thing as halfway gangsters You in them hallways, you ain't in the streets Niggas really thinking that it's cool to make beef And become enemies of enemies How come all of my enemies was friends to me How come all my enemies is frenemies How come all my enemies is blind I catch 'em lackin' and kill 'em before I read all they energy I guess that's my energy I don't know what's gotten' into me I'm kinda fucked up, well at least mentally Physically I'm richer than a bitch, who I'm meant to be I'm up in London gettin' in bustin' Head like concussion Run up, that's okay, I swear to God that it's nothin' All these niggas be beefin' really they bluffin' I'ma change the money like it's a subject Thinkin' nothin' of it Fuckin' bitches in public Callin' a ruckers Causin' a ruckus I'm a boondock nigga I'm feelin' like Uncle Ruckus Off the dome when I'm kickin' Freestyle I don't do the writtens I don't fuck with cats, so I be beatin' up the kitten I don't fuck with scrappin' so I'm grippin' on that Smith and If you want it come and get it, sixty shots in sixty seconds Had to kill 'em in a minute My f
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