Don Trip - Randy Savage Entrance lyrics

Haaa....It's been a minute ain't it? I know Without further ado Did you miss me? Well b**h I'm back with a vengeance Spent three years in that lawyer's office Fighting for my independence Boy that sh** was expensive They left me hangin like a lyniching But I'm back at it like back acne Ain't no way to get rid of me Big me up So fresh to d**h you gotta dig me up I'm so sittin phat You gon need a forklift to pick me up About my cut like nip n tuck Berlin tucked in my dungarees I'll go to heaven for the fresh air And then back to Hell for the company These n***as try to hold me back Well f** it Here go nothing b**h I'm duggin Ain't no tears inside my bucket Think I'm bluffin Find your life inside my budget b**h I'm buggin Put your head inside that box and ship your body to your mother They offered me a chain I said I don't do no j**elry They offered me a house I said you must think I'm stupid It ain't a gift if you gotta recoup it And then I drop top couped it Contract up now its time to renew it I'm like annnnh its deuces I'll take my chances with the juices Then I got a call from Uncle Juicy And he hit me to some new sh** Now my bank account say "ooh sh**" Now yo new b**h is my new b**h She get wetter than a cruise ship And if all these n***as ballers baby I must be a blue chip Call me Mr. Trip with two clips Two Clip Trip lets shoot sh** I love the way lil momma handle balls like a pool stick Alright enough of that Too far to turn back now I tried that it didn't work out Listen real sh** still in the trap And all my pockets got the gout Grab my mama's stick and shout Tell em ready n***as I'll make it rain ha led til I flood n***as I I got n***as duggin conspiracies so they camera shy And these the men that raised me Damn what kinda man am I The kinda man that'll stand to fire and never leave no man behind I'll treat a b**h like Cleopatra but when I leave she feel vandalized Ha b**h please You don't know a thing bout me I coulda got swallowed by the streets Grew up in the kitchen Grandaddy touchin all white And he didn't never use no bleach I get out and get it All I ever knew was grind I ain't never need no speech I had to juggle but it was nothing I got this covered like a fleece Pretty please Don't make me point this at you Cause I swear to God I'll drop yo a** He will not be here to catch you b**h I'm strapped up like a satchel All those guns inside my castle Don't wanna put you under but I won't hesitate if I have to I got dollar signs as my IQ Hand instructor at flight school I'm that fly I'm a a** too If you was this ill you'd brag too This just in: I'm bad news I belong in a panic room Every dog shall have its day If today's my day, good afternoon On the list of top MC's no I'm not even in the pact But don't forget without respect that crown is just a shiny hat No I'm not even in the pact But don't forget without respect that crown is just a shiny hat Ha Randy Savage Biittccch!