The Eleventh Letter, Big Pun - Ask About Me (Made In Canada) lyrics

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Who the fuck is ridin dick
While they runnin’ they mouth
Takin shots out the glass
Mozzle’toff in your house i'm talkin’
Rollin’ deep if you takin my funds
I get heavy when you sketchy roll
In black and they run
Of course I sell drugs
Bitch my music is crack
A little coca mixed with Oprah
Overdose and that's that
I just, elevate the heart
Kick start in your veins
Turn your brain into mush
Then evolve it to change i mean
You think you talkin’ shit
But, you playin’ yourself
I got mad witness that portray what we dealt
I done, grew up from the bottom
From the streets seeking birds
Then due up and I got em
Flip and let em serve
I just knew it since day one
I'd kill and em ride you say you tsunami
I'm just brushin’ off the tide
Your literally so bitch to me
If hip hop is dead
Then I guess I'm seeing ghosts since
I'm back off my meds

I said, play me if you hate me
And keep showin’ your friends
Talkin’ how my bars are trash and
I'm weak with a pen
You think it matters what Jew-wish
What these bar mit's fa?
I just happen to do what you can't do bruh
I'm sicker than your method when
Testin’ a violent weapon
Etchin’ names into the session
X’n out those contestants
Till the Teflon in their vests is
Ventin’ out all their appendage
Bent in half with no expression
But the look of their resentment
I said, who dat, who dat, just move back
Move back i can say this type of shit
Cause, I don't give a fack!
With a tip of my hat, I just jump in my whip
Forcin’ immolation into lamens sayin they lit
I take, full responsibility
Of people talkin’ shit bout me
Cause, I just play the villain
Till marvel bout my mystery
Cause, I ain't hidin’ nothing
I put it right on the line
Like the dolla dolla bill you use
To snort from my grind

I said who dat who dat
Let them move back move back
First they threaten on my life then
Say screw dat screw dat
Cause y'all be punks and pussies
Wussies outin’ on bail
Till your dad be sick of payin’
So he keeps you in jail i just
Find it fuckin funny that your
Life is so fail
That your hype was overnight until
They found you so frail
Like how smokin’ meth talkin’
Hard from key-board
Startin’ all this beef when I
Know you can't eat-more
Homie suck a dick, that's 3 folk with one bar
I'm the needle on your nerves
While your swingin’ ain't on par
Of course I'm unique
Styles built just like an architect
I'll feed you heavy metal cause the
Bars I spit are arsenic
You sleepin’ like a narcoleptic
I'll Guy Fawkes mask you
Tell you stay woke till
The government attack you!
This ain't BOB, I ain't flyin’ paper planes
This is gorge bush homie, they’d
Just burn under my rain, oil