Malice - Scenario 2008 lyrics

[Hook] You see the raw is back the score is back The motherf**ing horde is out the card is back The motherf**ing ? is up the top is back Re-Up Gang run this sh**, it's more than rap [Verse 1] n***a f** what you recording, the re-emergence of Jordan ? to lyrics said it's best and it's importance The exploits of the game that I was caught in Shed on my hopes ? elope ? sh** I pedal dope with Big scores on both coasts we Last kick through them go post with Man in the mirror is the culprit I am he I am legend the last real n***as with the key Fly n***as get money fast cars no ? Superbowl allstar b**hes out the sunroof I was once told n***a ignorance is bliss I was busy counting money how ignorant is this? Gs on the candy-striped jacket been had those Golla roll sweater up the gucci's with the Redsouls Load blocks bled those tactic from my old school Hustler said young n***a get it for the Fedshow [Verse 2] I pull from the ghosts to the dead greats Ouija board flow all you n***as is dead weight I k** any pawn in the way of my checkmate Cop k**ers pistol ? on your chestplate now check it You said you spare the raw then you spoil the child 15 with a Pyrex my mother's denial Look what I've become young young in the flesh Blew through a million dollars not a f**ing regret Till the casket drop, if the album flop We the Wire season two b**hes back to the docks Make up for the mishap we back to the pot The coupes never left take the rags off the top King let it get back, baking soda whip that The pies come in bulk as if Costco sent that Eggshell the color add water watch it gel The kitchen counter tops is like first Noel [Hook] [Verse 3] The game is a fire and rain All you rappers is targets regardless thin paper Hit you, rip you so they can't fix you ? the pastor preach scriptures Turn you to a mantelpiece fixture You are now ? in the mistle Wolves under full moon goons on they for move Doomed is you presume that he ? All that bullsh** you all get cool pissed They are all j** stripped Pink Panther, Tweety, Bird Casper n***a get your cash up a ? Bank account cancer Daddy money fondle ? hop in this copping shoppin' gon' give me carpal tunnel You ? but your little cake funnel(frontal) Speaking with a hesitated mumble You spray laid rays to a leather tated humble They keep my money pile and put her On a smith and then give 'em an unbreakable silence [Verse 4] I just left France and the city of champagne I'm so nouveau riche lord knows I'm a damn shame ? so flooded that you can't read the damn name It flash like my blinker, I stay in a fast lane Not a day late on the style we stay current We keep it from the kids and tell 'em it's detergent Sell it for the whole at seventeen a serving Of course it's stepped on like I ain't touched the virgin God bless those who bare their souls to the clergy To those who stay high and looking for the fergie Plus we got that ? with crystals in it My model was money, furs, and don't let no b**h worry me Like pearl jam I k** my peers like Jerremy? And here I am with open ? like journey Ooh baby I like it raw or dirty Shame on a n***a for even feel any worthy [Hook]