Lyrics Michael Jackson Freestyle II - Mike Zombie
Yea
this
part
two,
rappers
get
ripped
to
part
too,
In
the
wave
like
a
harpoon,
Lately
I've
had
a
short
fuse,
Cuz
i
ain't
even
gonna'
argue,
Lookin'
down
i
see
all
jewels,
Tired
a
hearin'
about
what
you
gon'
do,
Fuck
nigga
what
you
gon'
do?
Know
one
thing
that
i'm
gon'
go
so
crazy
Money
don't
make
me
baby,
goin'
hard
till
the
good
lord
take
me
Givin'
thanks
cuz'
i
know
it's
all
gravy,
(Yea!)
This
is
our
time
won't
s(h)ave
ya'
But
everytime
i
shoot
i
gon'
make
it
You
are
Forest
Whitaker
I
am
too
lazy
I'm
MJ
I
work
for
this
shit
and
get
faded
(Yea!)
Jazz
asked
me,
what's
love
to
you?
I
don't
even
know
if
i
can
answa'
that,
I
don't
even
know
what
this
shit
was
to?
I
don't
even
know
if
i
can
get
the
feelin'
back
Back
track,
fuck
that,
i
ain't
here
for
that
Gettin'
money,
fuckin'
bitches
yea,
I'm
here
for
that
Fuck
the
bitches,
get
the
money,
let
me
bring
it
back
Sometime
i
wanna
beg
yeah,
i'm
weird
for
that,
My
bitches,
they
bad,
my
nerves,
as
well
My
brotha',
got
down,
cuz'
he,
wants
tuh'
I
swear
that
East
side
niggas
don't
play
(don't
play!)
East
side
niggas
don't
play
(no
no!)
East
side
niggas
don't
play
if
you
want
yo
food
gon'
eat
(you
thiry
yea?)
Niggas
wanna'
get
to
talkin'
bidness'
till
the
young
nigga
get
to
spittin'
digits,
Talkin
bout'
a
opportunity
and
how
this
shit
is
gonna
be
so
beneficial,
Nigga
you
don't
know
me
from
a
fucking
kid
that
(places?)
hold
on
lemme'
paint
a
picture,
Eitha'
way
i'm
goin'
goin'
up
so
you
can
take
that
talk
and
you
can
take
it
witchu'
(Take
it
witchu!)
(Yea
nigga
you
can
take
it
witchu!)
(Take
my
chains
off.)
(Zombie
on
the
track)
I
don't
wanna
hear
no
"you
should"s,
Nigga
i
am
getting
too
good,
If
you
could
do
this,
nigga,
you
would,
I
am
commin'
like
a
new
Suge,
Never
was
i
plannin'
two
hoods,
I
know
they
playin'
i
don't
do
good,
But
that's
ok
cuz'
all
i
do
is
great,
I'm
the
god
at
the
808,
Believe
me
when
i
say
that
i
don't
wanna
do
no
fuckin'
talkin',
Nigga
you
don't
wanna'
be
a
target,
I'm
the
nigga
with
the
crooked
eye,
Step
up
in
this
house,
you
gon'
get
slaughtered,
Ain't
a
nigga
that
can
say
he
taught
em',
(.?)
Checks
is
commin'
like
a
fuckin'
aunty,
Doin'
all
this
shit
just
for
my
daughter
and
I'm
Gone!
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