[Intro:]
It's Millz
You know what this sound like?
This sound like the part of the movie where the monster is chasing the lady at the end, right?
And she like almost get away and she falls
And you know what happen after that
Yo yo!
[Verse 1:]
Here go his address, don't worry, I'll send the squad with ya
If anybody asks tell em Large Mark sent ya
I know the game like a card dealer
My b**h head good like a DeBarge member
Life's a b**h but I spar with er
All about my music and my money like guitar center
My youngin on the steep sittin with the pump
On that little duck sh** like this ain't what you want
All them 2 dads 12, that's where the f** I'm from
Potent g**n bang, f** her one on one
Every day you saw me fly when the bell rung
Now every day I'm on that same sh** from when I was young
Check me out tho
[Verse 2:]
How you wanna do it? 2 door or the 4?
Pull up in some sh** from the showroom floor
Girl I crash into that p**y, hope that thing ensured
Put yo a** to sleep, you'll wake up like you see me Lawd
Medicated in my dutch but ain't nothing wrong
You could call Kirk Hannon cause ain't nothing wrong
I done made a couple dollars off a couple songs
Invested that into my team, now we f**in on
Got a girl in wash heights, all about a b**h
Cook up coke, do wash and s** out the same crib
I use to beat that caporero from 1-56
Now I'm probably in beauty in Ess** with yo b**h
Uptown til I die, n***a what it is?
She love a Harlem n***a, even made a couple kids
No credit but I know n***as who swipe for real
Insane in the membrane Cypress Millz
[Verse 3:]
I'm all the way, all the way gone n***a, I mean far away
So far away I'm already getting head tomorrow today
Rewind that back, don't barbiturate
Bombs away, I mean bars away
Why these little n***as wanna start to play
I was powered off, who started me
I don't know but one thing I do now (what's that?)
Is these boys better move on, VER
Cause I might spazz and who knows
Well you know, I'm stuntin like nothing like ever before that you ever saw
Ready for war, no paint on my face
Don't take my floor, G n***as is frauds
Minus the badge you n***as is broads
Go against me, you hittin the wall
Crash dummy, go visit the morgue
Music make a lay, rapper spirit is off
You ain't say sh** while you get it regardless
You so back on that other sh**
Much think of all you b**h n***as that been running round on that s**a sh**
I see you
But I'm a act like I don't know
Rich street n***a you can act like a dope straight
Murdering the yea but don't act like a wall
These n***as ain't ill, back to the drones
I think I better shoot using half of my dome
Groupie a** hoe, you chase after the bo*er
I'm not after the p**y, I'm after the tumbles
My girl bust it open soon as I get home
You still talkin sh**, man I'm laughing at home
n***as is lame with no sense of style
Just get a style, let's leave fashion alone
Reality of the situation – that's what you facin
We sharp sh**, no shellcase and no evidence
No building cases, no courtdating no nothing
Them n***as hating, man f** em
These n***as ain't pimpin they coffins
It's Millz, put yo favorite rapper in the oven and cook him
Don't you want the truth?
Go to your guru
Go to yourselves
Because that's the only place you
Ever gonna find any real truth