Mr. Krane - Tha World Iz Mine lyrics
[Mr. Krane - Tha World Iz Mine lyrics]
Aye, wassup, boys? This is Mr krane
Hop up in
My car and tell my chaffeur to the top
Bitch!
My name K-RZA, who the fuck are you?
The modern rap GZA, king of the YouTube
Don't think about future
And who the fuck cares?
You little ki-ke-dy-ke bitches hate
Me when I swear you want me to apologize? Go
Suck your doggy's dick
Get lots of threats in my address
My rhyme so fucking sick and I'm so ill
I am like Pirlo spitting free kick
Or like Mr shady
Put your muthafuckin' ass to sleep
It's time to start the adult life
Join the big rich town
Break your fucking neck, hijack the crown
Get drunk every fucking day
See me naked, bitch? Press the play
I'm a sick muthafucka that is rated R
Please believe I wanna become a real star
I want to shine with a
Muthafuckin' bottle and a gun
Aw, shit, you fuckin' scratch my scar!
I put a piece of yayo in my nosehold
You put my homie d down your throat
I'm drowning in my swimming pool
Please let me fucking go ba back to school
Aw, fuck it, here comes time for hook
You gotta fucking hear it, bitches, look
You see my trophies, you see my chain?
I won them all, 'cuz I'm Mr krane!
I'mma fuck the world
You can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb
I ain’t plan on looking back
If you take my phone I'mma
Throw you on the carpet
Take you out and throw you in
The cage, there you can starve, bitch
I'mma fuck the world
You can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb
I ain’t plan on looking back
If you take my phone I'mma
Throw you on the carpet
If you take my papers I'mma
Mark you as a target, bitch
All I do is win so I
Don't think I shoulda back down
Take a final bow, take out my
Gun and blow your jam, fowl
Spoil my reputation with some
Murders of the fan-suckers
That came to my party
Looking like some hipsta-muh-fuckas
I crack another Jackey bottle, pour
It up, light a bluntie, seduce a model
Rough sex, ass rape
This bitch wanna blow up my tape
Get paid every fucking night
You the realest, you know what I like
PS4, G5 Jet, fly as hell, you know what I get
Got 100 problems and a bitch ain't one
She got a diamond, I got a gun
The massacre nearby the church -
The best destiny this fucking world deserves
I'm sure I gotta burn in hell
But 'fore that I go to Cluckin' Bell
Take that hu-ge 45
Take a mic and say the shit you like
"I started from the bottom
Now I run the game
I got the money, guns, sluts, friends & fame
I ain't leaving, bitch, ain't playing
I keep it rappin', you know what I'm saying?
Let's throw the party
Twerk it from left to right
You gotta make my Goldie sh-shi-ne bright
Your host for evening is Mr krane
And I say "Fuck you!", have a nice day
Biatch!"
Hop up in
My car and tell my chaffeur to the top
Bitch!
My name K-RZA, who the fuck are you?
The modern rap GZA, king of the YouTube
Don't think about future
And who the fuck cares?
You little ki-ke-dy-ke bitches hate
Me when I swear you want me to apologize? Go
Suck your doggy's dick
Get lots of threats in my address
My rhyme so fucking sick and I'm so ill
I am like Pirlo spitting free kick
Or like Mr shady
Put your muthafuckin' ass to sleep
It's time to start the adult life
Join the big rich town
Break your fucking neck, hijack the crown
Get drunk every fucking day
See me naked, bitch? Press the play
I'm a sick muthafucka that is rated R
Please believe I wanna become a real star
I want to shine with a
Muthafuckin' bottle and a gun
Aw, shit, you fuckin' scratch my scar!
I put a piece of yayo in my nosehold
You put my homie d down your throat
I'm drowning in my swimming pool
Please let me fucking go ba back to school
Aw, fuck it, here comes time for hook
You gotta fucking hear it, bitches, look
You see my trophies, you see my chain?
I won them all, 'cuz I'm Mr krane!
I'mma fuck the world
You can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb
I ain’t plan on looking back
If you take my phone I'mma
Throw you on the carpet
Take you out and throw you in
The cage, there you can starve, bitch
I'mma fuck the world
You can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb
I ain’t plan on looking back
If you take my phone I'mma
Throw you on the carpet
If you take my papers I'mma
Mark you as a target, bitch
All I do is win so I
Don't think I shoulda back down
Take a final bow, take out my
Gun and blow your jam, fowl
Spoil my reputation with some
Murders of the fan-suckers
That came to my party
Looking like some hipsta-muh-fuckas
I crack another Jackey bottle, pour
It up, light a bluntie, seduce a model
Rough sex, ass rape
This bitch wanna blow up my tape
Get paid every fucking night
You the realest, you know what I like
PS4, G5 Jet, fly as hell, you know what I get
Got 100 problems and a bitch ain't one
She got a diamond, I got a gun
The massacre nearby the church -
The best destiny this fucking world deserves
I'm sure I gotta burn in hell
But 'fore that I go to Cluckin' Bell
Take that hu-ge 45
Take a mic and say the shit you like
"I started from the bottom
Now I run the game
I got the money, guns, sluts, friends & fame
I ain't leaving, bitch, ain't playing
I keep it rappin', you know what I'm saying?
Let's throw the party
Twerk it from left to right
You gotta make my Goldie sh-shi-ne bright
Your host for evening is Mr krane
And I say "Fuck you!", have a nice day
Biatch!"