MJ lyrics

[Intro: Big Scarr]
(Quake)
Woah
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Frozone

[Chorus: Big Scarr]
Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Michael Jordan
Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton
Get to the bread, give a f*ck what you n*ggas doin'
Break on a b*tch, leave her feelings ruined
The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it
Birkin my b*tch, change her attitude
Strapped up during a show, better think 'fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, that's an alley-oop
Switch hit his gut, now he gotta eat Campbell soup
No cap on the beat, this sh*t factual
I put the gang on the map, now we national
If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you
My b*tch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop
Can't say her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop
She hate when I be telling lies 'cause she know the truth

[Verse 1: Big Scarr]
Still'll pop out like I'm bulletproof
AMG Benz, Cartier hangin' out the roof
Nine on my side, not a twenty-two
Step on a opp in some Prada designer shoes
Hoes on my di*k, that's what money do
I'm with your b*tch tryna see what that honey do
Sent out for a low, pray he make it through
Phone ringing now, no, I can't wait a day or two
Wockhardt got me feelin' sensational
You say this your b*tch, but to me she look takeable
She say that I look like a snack
Told her meet in the back, ate the di*k like a edible
After this I can't chill or relax
Gotta get to the bag, let me check out my schedule
Too much ice on my neck change the weather up
So Icy Gang, nobody big as us, gang
[Chorus: Big Scarr]
Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Michael Jordan
Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton
Get to the bread, give a f*ck what you n*ggas doin'
Break on a b*tch, leave her feelings ruined
The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it
Birkin my b*tch, change her attitude
Strapped up during a show, better think 'fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, that's an alley-oop
Switch hit his gut, now he gotta eat Campbell soup
No cap on the beat, this sh*t factual
I put the gang on the map, now we national
If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you
My b*tch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop
Can't say her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop
She hate when I be telling lies 'cause she know the truth

[Verse 2: Quezz Ruthless]
Uh, fresh to death when I walk in the function
I'm high off the meds, b*tch, don't think it ain't on me
In the club with this Glock in my undies
You make the wrong move, you get sent with your homie
When we in the club, they can tell we them n*ggas (Yeah) and gettin' us a whole lotta money
I counted this paper, this sh*t'll keep comin'
You know that I'm thumbin' and thumbin'
Steady poppin' my sh*t on these n*ggas
I know that they hated, I'm just being honest
Had to get off my ass and go get me a bag (Yeah)
b*tch, I ran up a check with no honors
They better free Dread out the feds, if they don't let him out, then we gon' kill your honor
Pull up on the scene and we blackout the whip, presidential like we was Obama, gang
[Chorus: Big Scarr]
Woah, twenty-three shots like I'm Michael Jordan
Choke slam the pack like I'm Randy Orton
Get to the bread, give a f*ck what you n*ggas doin'
Break on a b*tch, leave her feelings ruined
The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it
Birkin my b*tch, change her attitude
Strapped up during a show, better think 'fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, that's an alley-oop
Switch hit his gut, now he gotta eat Campbell soup
No cap on the beat, this sh*t factual
I put the gang on the map, now we national
If you ain't from my side, then I'm taxin' you
My b*tch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop
Can't say her name, that's my lil' whoopty-whoop
She hate when I be telling lies 'cause she know the truth