Paroles:
Yo, testing
This thing back on again
Alright, perfect, God damn good
Yo, this is Rondell Beene,
I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene,
and I'm upset as a motherfucker
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out
Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video,
and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit
And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother fucker,
and his name is
[Young Zee]
Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs Be cubin'
Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben
Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol
First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle
Bang Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang?
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney
Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends
Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin
I spit better than them
niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
or the metal'll spin Since smokes' in 'Nam,
doin' drugs than Eminem moms
Ten times, Dirty Dozen All x times
Bash your ride, crash when you drive,
flip your dumbass out the passenger side
Uhh
(Car crash)
This thing back on again
Alright, perfect, God damn good
Yo, this is Rondell Beene,
I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene,
and I'm upset as a motherfucker
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out
Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video,
and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit
And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother fucker,
and his name is
[Young Zee]
Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs Be cubin'
Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben
Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol
First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle
Bang Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang?
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney
Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends
Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin
I spit better than them
niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
or the metal'll spin Since smokes' in 'Nam,
doin' drugs than Eminem moms
Ten times, Dirty Dozen All x times
Bash your ride, crash when you drive,
flip your dumbass out the passenger side
Uhh
(Car crash)
