Flatland BMX (Bicycle Acrobat)
Listen to the song. O, the american blacks, the anger, the antagonism, soothes me.
Here's the lyrics:
Attention please, attention please! This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed! Motherf���errrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah! Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now What you want now? (What you want now?) What you want now? (What you want now?) What you want now? (What you want now?) What you want now? (What you want want want want want want BUCK BUCK) ANTE UP! No, cut that fool! They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels 'Fore we f￼ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down Unleash the hounds 'til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT) You frontin' like this was a thing of the past With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass! My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided In the subways they rob trains runnin' along-side it! (BUCK BUCK) See motherf���er we don't play with that shit And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit! You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz We takin' your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO [Remi Martin'] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!) Yo yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money! For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry So they can come and take - all your money [Brief sample of ‘It's So Hard’] Wish I could bring Pun back (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! [Beat returns to 'Ante Up] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at And I'ma show y'all motherf���ers where the guns at ANTE UP! Yo yap that bitch She try to spaz out then smack that bitch Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin' Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!) [CHORUS M.O.P.] ANTE UP! Yap that fool! ANTE UP! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin' Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!) ANTE UP! Yap that fool! ANTE UP! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM) [M.O.P.] ANTE UP! Yap that fool! [Teflon] F��� hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels! [M.O.P.] ANTE UP! [Teflon] What? My whole family nuts Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up Make you strip butt-naked Young buck got struck with the gun butt Quit tryin' to tuck the necklace I'm young hungry armed and reckless On the streets with a death wish Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist [M.O.P.] ANTE UP! [Lil' Fame] Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' The game motherf���er you lame and your chain hollow Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs Listen.. it's, Lil' Fame right? With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai [Billy Danze] Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city, with a whole empire A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH! Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP) It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP) Easy out the truck punk, ‘fore I leave your ass leakin' I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin' Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP Aight motherf���er, what's wrong with you? [repeat CHORUS]
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