B. S. F.

Les

I stepped in the party, I stepped in the function ""Who you wit?"", bitch I came with my brothers Came out the mud, bitch you came out the gutter And by the looks of it, I guess you stuck there Head on the swivel, 'cause they plottin' somethin' Family comin' together like junctions ""Follow the leader"", I guess I'm conductin' You a big dog, get a reduction 'Cause the choppa gon' sing like the muppets Speak for yourself, you a mu'fuckin puppet Shootas wit me and I don't leave instructions Watch who you trustin', bullets gon' puncture Everybody in your squad is corrupted Fucker thinks he's God, 'til he get busted Head is really hot, I'm in the sunken Place and I'll race to the tippy-top, punchin The fuckin' clock, cannot get disrupted Beatin' the beat up, I'm givin' concussions Fuck the percussions I could go acapella Fuck ya cousin I'm signin' to Roc-a-Fella in a month, bitch I was just joshin', don't make assumptions Speakin' to the universe 'cause I love it Blade about to peel your skin like an onion Leave you like Sully, body in the Hudson Bitch I'm too hot like I been in the oven The universe told me that I was forthcomin' They told me that life sucks and just fuck it So I just went to the store and got rubbers You ain't a big dog, you get shrunken right to a minuscule size I walk in the spot with that mu'fuckin thang on me, you'll diminish and die Somebody said that they don't know Les, bitch I been in it for life You fuckin' with me and your granny gon be in shock like American Pie She givin' the pussy up just like it's Lent Choppa gon' sing and it's bendin' ya neck Bend it like Beckham, These bullets got a curve right at ya head Walk in this bitch, let my nuts hang yea Shoutout to Wu-Tang yea Gettin' the cream of the mu'fuckin crop and I'ma let shit bang yea Your favorite rapper ain't safe Talk on my name, better play it cool He gettin' killed over ""8 Ball"" And this fucker ain't even playin' pool When I reach the summit in the summer, e'rybody gon' know That if you keep buildin' glass houses, I'ma have to throw stones (My heart too cold like Frozone) (I'll take ya body to the ozone)

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