Lil B - D.O.R. lyrics

[Intro - Lil B] f** the Rap game! It's the d**h of the rap game f** the world. I'm God. Lil B [Verse - Lil B] I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm very proper And you don't want a war: you bring your troops I bring the chopper. Cause you n***as gay Yeah, you gay. You f**in f*ggot And I'm adverse with 30 rhymes I let them have it Battlefield with fast cash, you never grab it I post up with big blunts & Maseratis Rick Ross, The new whip is Big Body New Boys, you b**h-n***as I been Rocky Been co*ky as y'all, I been active Ride on us, we get straps, no riff-raff Then you hold cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum It's tragic how he left with no comments Never settle for n***a-rich, I'm gonna rob em Catch me slippin with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy? .45 got nice aim; I throw curvy My game: I run the court. I'm James Worthy From the block, I'm from the bricks like New Jersey I did court, I did jail, you can't hurt me Waterfront and fam n***a, it's West Berkeley And they ask where I been? I been rappin You drive cars? You f**in f*g, I been ga**ing In my eyes is blood, sweat and paint, cuz It's a shame that they don't know my name, Blood Lil B: I blow trees in all seasons Think I'm slippin? Find out! For no reason I met pain, I met God, I met d**h They all say that I'm Based God, and that's that Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit facts I ain't Drake, I ain't come in the game rich f** you if you don't feel my game, b**h f** you if you don't like my name, b**h BasedGod tell your girl, she could s** on it Put money on God and I bust on him Don't hate! I rocked out like Philly rock Wrists streetlight: a New York City block Beat your a** like a New York City cop Flipmode a Rah Digga, a mind-figure f** crackers, f** hoes & f** n***as f** her, f** you & f** me Lil B: I'm back b**h, I spit heat Post up, I sell dimes and fat zips Got crack: the cats come like catnip Don't trip: I never fold like napkins Real goon: I'm just "Robbin" like Baskins Anthrax a real boy like Osama Been played, I been beat, I love drama X-Man on defense, the street sh** Riding up in deep tints & deep dish Never thought I'd come hard? I fooled you! Ben Watson I cursed you, it's Voodoo Been locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s Leave his head split & no Cochran to back him What? You n***as wish I'd fall of the Big League? At my lowest point, sacrifice to make bread XMR - call your b**h and get head She don't really like you: possum, she play dead Riding up top. Real n***as in big box Say the pack dead? b**h n***a the pack hot All these new n***as is my sons, the new boys f** you rap n***as: new guns and new toys Infrared beam make you dream the truth, boy Semi-auto rounds make you scream like Luke, boy Only other thing that I ain't did is die yet I don't like that mindset, n***a, it's the grind-set They way you watch this it could be a Timex You not a threat: my rap flow is bomb threats Stay in your house: I'm stampeding with d**h threats Think you hard: I bust a nut like good s** Think you real? Obey n***a, a hood vet Lil B: I'm BasedGod with no stress Incest, f** your bruh and f** your b**h No h*mo.. f** your life, I'm getting rich Mexican: I'm illegal, I move bricks No Love for dog hoes like New pits Doctor! I need help, the game's sick Lil B give a f** about the fame, b**h! Lyrics taken from rapgenius.com.