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Da Fukk Outta Here Freestyle
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2nd Generation Wu
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Look I don't need the music All I need is the pu**y to abuse it And I'm not a rapist either, I'm not Jack Ripper or Jack The Ripper I'm just the one who hold the microphone to strip her, yknow? I talk on a cellular phone I'm the big muthaf**ka, Inshalla, I'm a Little Dipper Y'know I come from a far place, my momma coochie I come from a good grace, your grandma sushi I come from a stink place, where George Bush could get erased All of you man, I love all of you But nobody would understand what we coming to do Young 2nd Generation W-W-Wu Aye Fifth Yo It be the muthaf**kin 5th in your area, tearing up Causing mass hysteria with damagers Emcees, they need bandages Caught me on the cameras, he was brown skinned, nappy hair, holding hammers up You know me as a young n***a with the big head Now you catch me with the model b*t*hes with the big heads Or in the field with them killers who be rubbing they nose Puffing them boogers, smell that snotty sh*t all in my clothes, moving through hookers I be flowing like a fetus in the pu**y You won't be born again if you n***as try and push me Lil n***a looky, I show you how to do this son It's still the Father, don't front cuz you need one Ya need one I shock you how I got through, getting shot through my own body or playing a sport would be changing my walk Life is too hard, I'm playing Monopoly Imma be king so kiss on the ring, popping that pu**y like you on the Molly My only hobbie? Just listen to Poppy, [?] Live in the dungeon, my heart is a black box Lungs black from the cash crop, run fast from the bad cops Do the running man with the gun in hand Smart cop named Cunningham Dishing out all the punishment but only Gods try to punish man b*t*h I'm popping like John Snow till death Booking dot com, book in dot, yeah I be going hard wherever I go BOB is just a sideshow with some crusty clowns and a [?] n***as Flacko, half Gatto Just tryna focus on my nachos I was scared to let the light in, but it's lit now, I'm enlightened Used to grin while comitting sin, tryna get to M's like Bison I'm a heavyweight like Tyson but I write bars, no biting Use lightning when I'm writing so I'm worshipped by the Vikings It's timeless, tell a n***a to rewind this King toker, they call me your Highness Only smoke the finest, but I'm off the Bah-Bah Got your baby on the podcast, calling me, dadda Ran through dimensions, landed on 5th With a forty ounce of wisdom and my hand full of spliffs One sixty, lives in my heart, be that ooo sh*t n***as say I sound like Mef, it be that Wu sh*t Control over your mind, with one thesis No love for a chicken, n***a chest anemic My n***as put a shot in yo' ass like free clinics You know Fif' always spitting out sh*t, I need a dentist In a field full of rats and snakes, I be the- Aye Check Look Nothing prepared Door closed, we on air In a radio show Matter fact we all here We speaking everything Words, no mumble, all clear Matter fact you could see us dogs, we all clear No vision, they don't got it When it come through, we all shot it Everybody that's outside, they don't got it Like I said again, think they gotta hear it twice That's how they do it with the pen, when i'm coming through it's like I'm in the pen Straight in a box, matter fact I'm coming straight within The power that's coming through the chest, right out the chin Uh, and I spit right off the- Off the top of the dome, huh? Yo f**k it I just started from the top of the road Yeah, started from the top of the globe Yeah, I hit this sh*t from the top of the- Yeah, and let drip from the top of your nose Yeah, they said it's 40 grams of butter, yeah, .40 in the leather Yeah, .40 in the sweater getting- Don't f**k around, and get caught around And get a couple rounds and lay from a- (Pop pop) Throw that double in the air n***a, for flare n***a Throw that sh*t up like Ric Flair n***a, prepare n***a Y'all don't wanna...with the...fled n***a, you scared n***a Take that sh*t out of the park, put it in gear n***a Yeah Cuz they be working then it spark Sell you....in the dark....lurking in the vlog Like saying [?] working in the dark Yeah I'm ride a kite, sh*t coming from my heart Ha, n***as still be laughing at me Ride a kite to my b*t*h, yeah she was laughing at me Nah I came home, yeah she ain't happy happy Everybody laughs Yeah that's the Laffy Taffy Said I wish a n***a'd violate the links And n***as would get buried six feet with they homies, rest in peace .45 lift your homie off his feet If youngin' want beef I don't care they bringing in forty deep I won't stop till your body is deceased Sun God is a beast One shot'll leave your car in the street When I pop you'll be dodging the heat Whole squad be on creep, all black camouflage and with heat When I catch you, imma rob you to sleep Gun so big, you hold it long, feel your arms getting weak Plenty armor in the V, rocket launcher in the seat Ask around, n***a imma back you down If you the king imma snatch your crown Call me Master Pitch, pitching rocks what I mastered now You like Bishop, get nervous then you pass the pound Any club or anywhere else they patch you down The semi Ruger leave you backwards, clown You try to trap me how? And just watch how I break you down Cross your boy and get found in the muthaf**kin' lake Drowned to death, beat the f**k up cuz n***as is fake And real n***as don't run into Jakes, I put the 'K in your face I'm not hungry? Then I'm wasting a plate Stop crying 'for I open the safe Before I open and spray and blow your brains out your muthaf**kin face Ice skate, they gon' catch a case, these n***as featherweight Tre Pound, Tre Pound beam'll make em levitate Shots hit his chest make his insides elevate Deuces on the rise, flying by on the interstate Fire when the end is...why it gotta end this way? He say, she say, imma kill you anyway War, let's get it on, we can do it any day Loans, I'm top dog, n***as that's- I said, n***as better stay in they place before I spazz this plastic Mag on Leave a whole in your face Who the young n***a holding the weight? Got every thug from dope to bud, even small package of bass n***as can't look God in the face Can't look in my eyes, I tell you why, cuz that thing on my waist And bread and butter got it all for sale And I'm ducking the cops on every block, I ain't going to jail I ain't the type that'd rot in a cell Never talk or fist fight but momma I be popping them shells Hit your chest and your flesh flip, hotter than hell Them hollow tips feeling hotter than hell, it's not worthy f**k in the white tees and throwback jerseys, Julius Irving Black suburban Twist it on 151, my whip swerving Sha rock it like the star ships Spark it with a big flick 16 go around in my cypher before you paused it Burn the verse like the finest of strands I doubted my man cuz I’m Liu Kang with the fire in hand All this sour, all these hours I wreck you cowards, I put the time in and have all this power I’m astounding, yes I’m astounding Beat production's black and blue with my lyrical pounding Challenge me? Yeah that’s something that you never do Life's a beach so we here ‘cause it’s easier to bury you Two rips got me blasted, I'm hand crafted Detonate when they hit the aux now I’m a savage I been told you 'bout this rappin sh*t I been nice while you n***as spit that average sh*t I’m not in the combo sh*t is so embarassing I'ma keep droppin on 'em til they in them carriages Black suit, tight face, in the box, stiffed up By the time I exit the booth, I got 'em zipped up Boy I flow like the ocean when the levee broken Do you get the notion now where the f**k I’m going? Up I said Oh my God it's that holy sh*t, b*t*h I could make the ocean split I'm the son of a legend, humble, nobody notices I be moving, you motionless, boy I'm dope and I'm focusing Exponential thirst is of pure coercive explosiveness I'm about my paper until I'm meeting my maker Liquor with no chaser, this "scoop me" a booty shaker Her hands so low she was gripping my lightsaber and had a taste of my flavour I choked her like Darth Vader Whooo f**k it You think your big homie live? I swear to God he ain't living this sh*t I twirl him up, n***a send him his sticks In a telly, we meet, she feeling me cuz she feeling this d**k Slow it down mommy, gimme a kiss Tell her send it around for one shot, yeah who tryna get big? Crouched up n***a, under the fence And I'm against all odds, bet on black, yeah, the money you get Scramble your eggs and smother your grits Spit this hot, yeah I'm feeling like the oven with mitts You wanna pop? Yeah who tryna get rich? Yeah that's fourteen bricks that's right there? Yeah who f**kin' with Mitch? That's your wife? Tell her get off this d**k, she tight mad My bad, without this feeling I split I'm Mike [?] but the n***a ain't this He alright, 'nother n***a [?] He said your big homie live? I swear to God he ain't living this sh*t I twirl him up, n***a send him his sticks In a telly, we meet, she feeling me cuz she feeling this d**k Turn around mommy, gimme a kiss Tell her send me a shot off one round, yeah who tryna get big? Hype mumbles continue
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