paroles de chanson My Neck of the Woods - Quinn Essential

I speak softly but i carry a big stick
Look your bigger sister, knows i got a big dick
You little niggas should really, watch what your saying and shit
I'm being nice, because I didn't even have to lay with the bitch, for real
I hold grudges, never believe in forgiveness
Don't try to act like you don't remember who Quinn is
Ain't no breadwinners
Except me, crumb snatcher, I'm the pioneer
Don't know how can you can overlook me when I'm the biggest guy in here
And some of you schmucks really are brave
You surf the web, to ride the next niggas wave
Even worse, you followed my footsteps, on the road that I just paved
Niggas left and came back, you quick to jump in my grave
Look, Time flies, I know exactly where the days went
But where your ass was at? when we was rapping in the basement
On myspace, analyzing the blueprint
Fantasizing the day, when you can finally throw in your two cents
No hating, I think all of our fucking neighbor's good
But you ain't top 5 even in our neighborhood
Niggas on Twitter, talking to themselves out loud
Really think they doing something since they got a Soundcloud
Word, That's how it is in my ends
No one is original they're all following trends
And me rapping numerous bars are way above their bend
My pen is mightier than the sword, there's no way to defend
No way I'm extending the olive branch
I'm shooting at their feet, Im make sure you all can dance
And y'all don't stand a chance
Can't pass my past, I'm too far advanced
Talking shit, yeah I heard from a little birdy
Get it early, don't get it twisted just because i'm 30
Don't worry, I know you ain't about the altercation
And couldn't bare to see me run it, like I'm Walter Payton
Don't quite your day job, homie, keep your occupation
Heads will roll, I swear to god that's my obligation
I see your stupid & anxious, what a combination
Stop the faking, fore you get locked up in the basement
Fuck around, and you'll be sleeping with the fishes
Get off my big dick and make room for all the little bitches
Best of wishes, but I don't want to be your penpal
But write the wrong shit, and then I'll have to put the pen down
And it ain't personal. it's only business Nigga
I can bury you & the hatchet, right by the mystic river
So start digging your grave, if your brave enough
Cause at the end of the day, Man I aint never really gave a fuck
And Niggas hear my shit and want to switch it up
Listen up, my punchlines hit like the fist to cuffs
I know my shit is tough, and you can't get enough
We heard your new music, eh boy, the Nigga whole style is chump
When you realize, that you'll never be as ill as me
I mastered the 16 bars, god you mastered mimicry
And I'm the man, I'll emasculate you little niggas
What bores me still fascinates you little niggas
99 Awareness, little homie, yo I been awake
Jim crow rappers, I don't think we need to integrate
Let it penetrate, shots fired, in the face
Color in the lines, Motherfucker stay in your place
Uh, but I'm no sucka, like a lollipop, play me? Poppycock
Ima keep going until a Nigga gets mollywhopped
Keep going like I Molly popped. can't stop, until the day my body drop
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