Lil B - d**h Of Rap (D.O.R) lyrics

[Intro - Lil B] f** the rap game It's that 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 You want the war, you bring your troops, I'll bring the choppers You n***as gay, yeah, you gay, you f**in' f*ggot I'm head first, with 30 rounds I let them have it Battlefield with fast cash, you never grab it I post up with big blunts and Maseratis Rick Ross, the new whip is Big Body New Boys, you b**h-n***as I been Rocky Been co*ky, ask Josh, I been active Ride a bus, with long straps, no riff-raff Then you drive cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum Yes, 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 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 the 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**in' In my eyes is blood, sweat and pain, 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 Met pain, I met God, I met d**h They all said I'm BasedGod, and that's that Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit facts I'm not 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 rock out like Philly rock Real street, like 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, it's street sh** Riding up in deep tints & deep dish Never thought I'd come hard? I fooled you! Been watchin', I cursed you it's Voodoo Been locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s Leave his head split and no Cochran to back him Don't you n***as wish I'd fall off 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 and big blocks 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, then POOF!, 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 Don't wear a watch, cause it could be your time next You not a threat: my rap flow is bomb threats Stay in your house: I'm stampeding with d**h threats sh**, think you hard?: I bust a nut like good s** Think you real? A Bay 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, I dog hoes like new pits Doctor! I need help, the game's sick Lil B give a f** about the fame, b**h [Outro - Lil B] Welcome to the army D.O.R., n***a d**h Of Rap f** all you rap n***as, Lil B run this sh** BasedGod