Ya Boy - 100 Bars Of d**h lyrics

I'm Not Saying I'm Gonna Change The World But I Garantee That I Will Spark The Brain That will Change The World Better Show Respect Before I Lose It The Whole World Know Precise Is More Than Music A Movement Look At All The Goons That I Move With Homies, Guns, Vest & Boots On That Platoon sh** Best, Hardest In The West Yes, Literally The Fans Comparing Me To Who? Come On, Ya k**in' Me The Enemy Keep Tryin' But Can't Get Rid Of Me Bombs Like Timothy Arms Like A Centipede Hoes Through His Door Make Sure He's A Memory One n***a But I Got Em' Shook Like There's Ten Of Me Go Hard In Hip-Hop Hope They Remember Me Screamin' "Thug Life" Like A Tupac Minny-Me Any Beef? Tell Em' To Bring It Special Delivery I Bet My Little Friend Will Put Em' Outta His Missury These n***as Wanna Finish Me And Send Me To The Reveren Honostly, There's Probley Better Competition In Heaven Holla At Me Fillmore b**h We Dollar Happy You Would Think I Was Strippin' The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At Me I'm The Motha f**in' Spitful, Delightful, Iful The New Ice Cube Bust My Guns And Rock Mics Too So What's Good? Either You Crip Or You Blood Somebody Call Khalid Tell Em' "Ya Boy Was Hood" If He Joke Like D-Ray My Heat Like D. Wade Shots To His Face Make Him Sing Like T-Pain Stuff Him In The Trunk Then I Dump The Remains Nowa Days All That Rappin' Is Is A Free-Chain If A n***a Ever Look At Me As A Free-Chain He's Not Gonna Make It Like His Plane Got Delayed I'm Talkin' To The Real If You Fake, Then Get Lost Them Block Muscle-Men Hustlin' Like Rick Ross Real Talk I'd Rather Sit Then Snitch Dawg Cause Quick Jaws Get A n***a Smoked Like Menthols I'm Way Outta They League Who Hotter Than Me? Gottcha' Favorite R&B b**h Swollowen Me I Ain't Lyin' Look I'm So Fly I Should Be Flyin' Maybe That's The Reason Why Ya Girl Keep Eyin' I'm Eyin' Her Back Louie Purse, With The Hat I'm Not A Trick But I'm Rich So I'm Buyin' Her That And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef Tired Of That Gay sh** I Thought He Wanted War He Seen Me And Didn't Say sh** I'm Outta This World When You See Me I'm Like A Spaceship Lights Everywhere Make It Bright Anywhere Got The Sun On My Neck Full Moon On My Wrist Da-Da-Daimonds In My Mouth And It's All On A b**h I Guess I Took Notes From Kevin Federline Everytime Milk A b**h Like A Cow Every Cent Every Dime Never Been To Jail But I Done Done Hella Crimes Moved To Malibu Now I Got Em' Thuggin' To Pepper Dime Gimme Mine If A n***a Say I Ain't The Top Five Dead Or Alive Remove His Head And His Spine I Load The Lead In The Nine Leave Him Dead On Arrival Ya Sittin' On The Shelf What The f** Did Ya Sign For? Catch Me With The Crips And The Bloods Don't Mind No I Don't Bang Colors I'm A Damn Albino Drunk Like A Wino Hard Like A Rhino Flyin' Through Ya Time Zone Lookin' For A Fine Hoe Rihanna, Alicia, Mya, Big Pimpin' I'll Even Take A White Girl Like Jessica Simpson Make Sure She Licks It Kiss My Limp Biscuit Tape It Need A Witness This Is Big Business I'm Heavy With SRC's Like Steve Rifkin I'm Talkin' Some Real Clientel n***a Listen! Drop Em' A Line That's All I Do Is Go Fishin' Get Em' Hooked On Me Then I Turn Em' Into Fish Sticks This Is 100 BARS OF DEATH If Ya Listenin' I Ain't Like These Other n***as I Can Go The Distance Ya Fans In My Hands So You Know I'ma Clinch It The Rap Game Dirty But Somebody Gotta Rinse It I Don't Even Spit sh** I Just Go And Rip sh** That's Why These Hoes Put Me On Like Lipstick That's Why These Hoes Put Ya Boy On They Hit List Swag Like A Ma' f**a I'm The New Slick Rick La-Di-Da-Di Sawed-Off Shawty Ridin' Through The Hood Bout' To Flip Somebody How You Rap Like That? It's Just Somethin' Bout' Me I Step In The Booth And The sh** Just Comes At Me n***as Wanna Shoot Me n***as Wanna Rob Me f** That! .40 Cal Here Right Beside Me n***as Can't Deny He Hotter Than Mojave... Desert In The Middle Of Summer Let's Have Me Nashi I Be k**in' Other Rappers Like A Hobby n***as Take Pictures Of Women When Like They Surround Me I Don't Even Trip I Don't Block No Head I Tell Them Hoes "Do Me" Like Rocko Said But You Can Get Up Outta Here If You Ain't Got No Bread Cause Even My Bed Gotta Far-Gomo Spread Yeah! I Mean Scrooge McDuck Bucks And If A n***a Say I Ain't Nice Then He Probley Get bu*t f**ed I Catch You In The Hood All I'll Say Is "Tough Luck" Don't Holla Precise Gang... ... Ya Get f**ed Up What What? Cut A n***a Up Like Nip Tuck You Might As Well k** Ya Self Like A Wrist Cut And Everybody In The Whole Hood Know It's Us The Way Them Doors No Longer Swing They Lift Up The Way Them Boys Gon' Do They Things With Big Bucks. Big Homes, Big Diamond Rings, And Big Trucks Despite That... I'm Tryna' Sell Like Mike Jack I Even Get The Fans That Don't Like Rap Keep It A Hundred So It's A Must I Write That Spit So Much Crack The Feds Got The Mic Tapped. Yeah Holla At Me PRECISE GANG! YA BOY! I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy West Coast West Coast I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy Y.B. I'm On One InfaRed On This Motha f**a' Yeah Come on