King Critical - What III Said lyrics
[King Critical - What III Said lyrics]
Hope you heard what I said
Cuz I swear that I'm not to be fucked wit
Cruising thru them city blocks
We Running from silly cops hittem with
The diddy bop like it's nothing
They say Critic ya lyrics hot you
Gon give em what you got
Finna have the city lock then we jumping
I say I hope the world feel
It how you feel it
Tryna have the critics say that
Critic shit I'm loving
Niggas gon Remember these 16s dumping
At 16 I was sick teen with concussion raps
To rap till it's a wrap killing the function
Killing the map Eating you
Rap niggas at luncheons
As far as I'm concern you
Niggas should be concern
With everything that concern me bumping
Cuz the success that I yearn gon
Get you put in a urn
Cuz critical tryna earn him something
And I won't stop till my
Mother sitting in a yacht
Till my mother sitting in the motherland
Fuck a son of Sam law critic
Gon get paid for these shots
Critics get amazed when I drop
Critical spit it hard my nigga
This shit is hot
Can't even call it a bar my
Nigga call it a BAAAR!
Niggas calling the cops all cuz I
Wrote these words hope you heard
Cuz I swear that I'm not to be fucked wit
Late night dating with Sanaa lathan
Only way that you can say
I'm on some fuck shit
Lately I been unable with labels like fuck it
The spade to put my cards on
The table like fuck it
In a rage to spit the hardest
Of fables ima fuck it up
With bars to Benjamin like a 100 bucks
Seems likes I gotta let a couple buck
Niggas wanna know what type of shit he on
How he live? How he big and he can
Still have any type of bitch he want
This nigga hype is worth only a cypher verse
No type of work and still he own
But for the love of the money
I gotten reaping what I sow
I got that shit from bizzy bone
It's the mogul club niggas
Better know wassup
Show us love spitting that salt
For yo open cut
Claim you talking that talk but
I'm calling yo bluff
Knowing wassup you niggas ain't hard
And I'm pulling yo card like
You rolled in a bus
Rhythm and bars from the wizard of oz and
I'm Spitting it hard till
I'm oprah wit bucks peep thru the back door
Seen the enemy with a black whore
Black boy felt the bat to
Da back then backed off
Backed up looked at me with the mask
On all cuz he should've heard
Now he know that I'm not to be fucked wit
Tell the weak niggas in the
Industry they gon remember these
Black ram lyrics he's coming
(Head first at you niggas)
Remember these Black ram lyrics he's coming
Cuz I swear that I'm not to be fucked wit
Cruising thru them city blocks
We Running from silly cops hittem with
The diddy bop like it's nothing
They say Critic ya lyrics hot you
Gon give em what you got
Finna have the city lock then we jumping
I say I hope the world feel
It how you feel it
Tryna have the critics say that
Critic shit I'm loving
Niggas gon Remember these 16s dumping
At 16 I was sick teen with concussion raps
To rap till it's a wrap killing the function
Killing the map Eating you
Rap niggas at luncheons
As far as I'm concern you
Niggas should be concern
With everything that concern me bumping
Cuz the success that I yearn gon
Get you put in a urn
Cuz critical tryna earn him something
And I won't stop till my
Mother sitting in a yacht
Till my mother sitting in the motherland
Fuck a son of Sam law critic
Gon get paid for these shots
Critics get amazed when I drop
Critical spit it hard my nigga
This shit is hot
Can't even call it a bar my
Nigga call it a BAAAR!
Niggas calling the cops all cuz I
Wrote these words hope you heard
Cuz I swear that I'm not to be fucked wit
Late night dating with Sanaa lathan
Only way that you can say
I'm on some fuck shit
Lately I been unable with labels like fuck it
The spade to put my cards on
The table like fuck it
In a rage to spit the hardest
Of fables ima fuck it up
With bars to Benjamin like a 100 bucks
Seems likes I gotta let a couple buck
Niggas wanna know what type of shit he on
How he live? How he big and he can
Still have any type of bitch he want
This nigga hype is worth only a cypher verse
No type of work and still he own
But for the love of the money
I gotten reaping what I sow
I got that shit from bizzy bone
It's the mogul club niggas
Better know wassup
Show us love spitting that salt
For yo open cut
Claim you talking that talk but
I'm calling yo bluff
Knowing wassup you niggas ain't hard
And I'm pulling yo card like
You rolled in a bus
Rhythm and bars from the wizard of oz and
I'm Spitting it hard till
I'm oprah wit bucks peep thru the back door
Seen the enemy with a black whore
Black boy felt the bat to
Da back then backed off
Backed up looked at me with the mask
On all cuz he should've heard
Now he know that I'm not to be fucked wit
Tell the weak niggas in the
Industry they gon remember these
Black ram lyrics he's coming
(Head first at you niggas)
Remember these Black ram lyrics he's coming