Track details
Released in: 2011
Album: Dedicated To The Critics [CM062]
Lyrics
Blocks and blocks of non-stop hustle
It's my turn to shuffle
Take it to the streets, don't waste my time (waste my time)
Tryin' to disrepect me and yo half-ass rhyme (half-ass rhyme)
That ass is mine, been goin' down like this since the beginnin' of time
Son I'm retarded, you fuckin' up my hob-beefin'
Don't get me started, too late
I'm already on your ass, beat the fuck out of anybody wit' 'cha
And anybody that grab me, move back, we attack
Been goin' down like this since the beginnin' of time
Yeah
Eyes may shine, teeths may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step so what's next (what's next?)
All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nothin'
You better all fuckin' yourself
[2x]
Son I'm retarded, you fuckin' up my hob-beefin'
Don't get me started, too late
I'm already on your ass, beat the fuck out of anybody wit' 'cha
And anybody that grab me, move back, we attack
What's next?
All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nothin'
You better all fuckin' yourself
Eyes may shine, teeths may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step so what's next (what's next?)
All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nothin'
You better all fuckin' yourself
Source:
Lololyrics
or Danny?