I Made It lyrics

by

Bun B


I ain't gotta say who it is you already know who*
No beat I can't wreck no rapper I can't blow through
Breathing life back into hip hop I got the O2
I told you how you gonna beef with me n*gga you done fool
I'm a drama bull[? ] you go against me it's comical
No tellin the kind of sh*t that I'm a pull
I pull a move pull a card pull a stain
Shoot da 5 cut ya buck fifty let a bullet bang
It ain't a thing n*gga kinda like a unit
I do this with my eyes wide shut like I'm Kubrick
I can break it all the way down to the cubic
They gon swear that I was digging at em like a tooth pick
Go stupid, flunk the IQ test
I got a new gun better yet a new vest
The sh*t I'm shooting ain't selling in the US
Wondering if I'm pointing that muthf-cker at you, yes
So quit acting like a muthf-cking dust my friend
Bun B I'm back at it once again
Got tungsten skin titanium teeth
I'm on fire right now uranium heat
Trust me you don't want to see me G
And no G from NYC to CPT
Tryna f*ck with me you must be on PCP
Avatar flow your sh*t is straight to DVD
n*gga you [? ] sitting home on the sofa
Cry in your Budweiser b*tch and watch you some Oprah
You need a new religion try Deepak Chopra
You still gon be a b*tch for life there's no hope bra
This sh*t is over Martini shot
You n*ggas b*tches on the beat you bikini [? ]
I'm gone with it, n*ggas best to get there beanies out
Ghost like DeNiro, you see me than see me not
On the block with my Glock and them di*kies on
Tryna make that work stretch like a fifty song
You pus*y n*ggas better not get me wrong
Bring the blitz and have a b*tch and get my blitzkreig on
Hard to find like the Al Qeada's
Even harder to understand like Al Davis
I'm old school with the new paint
Trill OG n*gga, everything that you ain't
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