Termanology, Shortfyuz, Reks - Pulp Fiction lyrics

[Termanology, Shortfyuz, Reks - Pulp Fiction lyrics]

"Now, I know you think you're smart see
Cause you got all those flashy clothes
You got that big car there you got all
Them black bitches working for ya "

"You forgot about the white one"

Listen baby, go get outta them Dungarees
I leave your ass stranded up in the
Telly 'fore you front on me
I'm one of a kind, no same like a snowflake
No shame in my game I'll put
Cut in the whole cake
I'll have you bleeding like you got
An uppercut from that fluffy stuff
Good thing I ain't puffing dust
When I'm pouring up cause, I'm hustler
Mathematician
I'm bagging women that look like
Halle Berry in the mirror
I'll chop a pill up and give it
To a chicken till she hiccup get up
Little slut
Keep your motherfuckering head up
This ain't no Pulp Fiction
Girl so don't go dying on me
I got the iron on me and police spying on me
It could be worse, my daughter
Grandma could be crying on me
In the middle of the street, with a sheet
Lying on me
But, I'm a legend, I'mma live to be 111
Getting more love than the reverend
When I be representing

"Now I'm going to warn you
But only one time see, they told
Us that you were a trouble
Maker that you're no good
That you don't know how to
Get along with people "

What can I tell you?
You know it's Hell when I come through
Fuck spitting a punchline at you
I'd rather punch you
A pimp getting paper when the pussy is good
And a hustler get paper went
It weigh what it should
So do your shit right
I see my name up in big lights
My shit's tight so several parties
I had to fistfight
I mix white when shit's trife
Pitch right through midnight
Brothers are slanging kidney's in the ghetto
How is this life? Reefer and sneaker money
Be making people hungry
I think your technique is funny
You sniffing perico money?
Whatever's whatever buddy
Take down my number
From sunup to sundown our mothers buzz
Me before you come up
I'm in the Lawrence building
I look like the Carter building
I got no regards for children
I'll sell you embalming fluid
Let's do it, I'll prove it
You 'fore me yet I'll move it
I felt like I'm cruising and make
A killing before I'm through let's go

"You better listen to him boy if you don't
Something nasty is going to happen to you"

"Man, move over and let me
Pass before they have to
Be pulling these Hush Puppies
Out your motherfucking ass!"

Sick of the remedy, need Martin
Malcolm and Kennedy
Kicking killer delivery making
Niggas a memory
Mentally in Miami trees, 70, baby breathe
Life into these bars
Bring death to each and all broads
Sucking my slong long hours in the showers
And the powers wanna lock up
For keeping the party rocking
He be knocking out the speakers
Her pussy leaking my semen
Sister think he a demon
For creeping award tours
Lord knows I be fucking these hoes
Never loving these hoes
A couple nuts and then go i'm out the door
Shortfyuz, I abuse these dudes
My bars better you can get her in the mood
I'm getting her drawers wetter
Y'all scared of Termanology, Reks
You know they bars is the best
Explode from the chest is what
You call a bomb threat
Pump fist for inciting a riot
Move over let me pass
Or get them Hush Puppies up in ya ass
I don't buy it
You don't want beef, you niggas weak
Heart pump Kool-Aid so sweet drake, Common
Fake rhyming, bitch paid homage
I stay shining
Can't waste time in the streets
A nigga keep climbing

"Guns and dope are being sold
To school children everyday"

"It's alright it's real bad out there"

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