M-Boogie - Someone To Hate lyrics

Born Allah... Sweet Daddy Grace... The Supreme Being... Love Allah... Ill Boogie... Rap is my b**h, but right now she got me pissed Let these n***as f** for a buck Damn I mis-chocked, you platinum plus but it still s**s West-coast stuff without a khakis and a ?? But I ain't giving up, the chronic and Hennessey on my pistol rip paw You fools busting cats in they raps But can't take it when they raps bust back So I be like "Yo f** these emcees" I'm in a record store spitting on emcees, these My attitude rock is L's with a golden nameplate and a Kango That's why rappers is getting strangled They call me, Jack The Ripper when I'm off the liquor I smoke chronic, is raw spitting in Ebonics If you want it, you got it But you gotta call me 'Your Highness' Cause me and my n***as we's going to bring the ruckus, so f** it Born Allah is out for them duckets With n***as with straps hit rats rolling in them buckets [Chorus] Born Allah, can't hide y'all, Chief Big Balls Sweet Daddy Amazing grace came to blaze the place Raise the states, keep the hotness in your milk crates And you can come to me if you're looking for someone to hate "Next time we bring it to these f*ggots we ain't playing" "You and your squad better praise the real God" "I was born, The A-L-L-A-H" Yo, lyrically I don't even see you fools is rappers b**h a** n***as sagging smiling for the cameras Wannabe gangsters, O.D.'ed on mafia-movies Dreamsy you smoking cigars, rolling with Uzi's You tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie You really not the ill n***a that you claim to be (You'se a phony) All ga**ed up by ya people, before coming to me have a Pholie and a Primo d**h wish, cause this a fist fight to music I'm closing on rappers and make them feel claustrophobic I wait in the den for you to come out the closet It be the fourth of July, but ain't nothing hopping Shocking, I found out about your lil' girl Robin f**ing a neighborhood felon with no protection My erection is hard, cause I'm guard on the rap Arm, leg, leg, arm, arm, head, enough said [ Chorus ] I spit refusely, my pin abused losely Who got beef? Fool we all court in the street I keep a p-noid, watching from across the room Standing like a b-boy Fool you ain't the one, you just a decoy Kneeled before me like Sallat Starving like Ramadan, lyrical phenomenon Born, watch out, strike like lightning Should I be writing, get motherf**ers in the fighting It's on, my lyrics come in the form of a fetus Thirty bars on labor, now you giving birth for dope sh** Every track I rip is like a birth-certificate Floor the mothership with these dibs, puffing Canibus Can you stand this, righteous man from Los Angeles Notorious lyricist, trying overcome and gimmick sh** Most of them just mimic it, biting a little bit But don't trip, we going squash that sh** [Chorus]