Happy Bar Exam 2 lyrics

by

Raekwon


[Verse 1: Marv Won]
Aye, aye
I'm back on my bullsh*t
Come chill with the crook
I'm rejuvenated b*tch, I feel as good as I look
That's awesome
Show me who's talkin' and I'll off 'em
From Austin to Boston, make 'em floss in coffins
sh*t, if I ain't the man, I'm standin' next to him
Starvin'
Somebody bring me a Dexatrim
To suppress my appetite
I feast on n*ggas who ain't rappin' right
Learn in the after life
If I ain't the best baller, I'm right after Mike
c*ckier than the n*gga that made Flashing Lights
I'm the king of the jungle
I'll stop all the scoring on your block without bringin' Mutumbo
100 round drums is what I bring to the rumble
Brash
I ain't get a thing when I was humble
And why should I be?
n*ggas ain't good as me
The best black champ we had in a while like Booker T
One of the best, but overlooked like I'm Pusha T
You little pussies get f*cked
Here go the douche for free
It ain't too much that Marv can't do
Make way for royalty
Happy Bar Exam 2
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
You welcome
Bubble like Seltzer
Bubble lights do a double life crime what else then?
Gun shots kinda sound like the llama belchin'
sh*ttin' like I'm rhymin' in the John like Elton
I turn a n*gga into stone
Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya
Female Medusa
It Wasn't Me like Shaggy
Denaun did it
Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer
Give you a buck 50 this evenin'
This is my time of the month
If you ain't f*ckin' with me you bleedin'
I can't count how many whips I be stickin' keys in
b*tch, you ain't dissin' me, you just committin' treason
Red wine or Riesling
Has been, I'm a "he's been..."
Everywhere
I'm Bigger than Cee's friend
Lyrics written down with a G's pen
Hood rats on me cause I'm in a trap
I'm gonna give her cheese then
She with me, she never di*k teasin'
The wrist freezin'
She's tellin' me I'm just seizin'
She do whatever I tell her long as it's with reason
So I'm gonna tell her to blow me until she quits breathin'
She play her position, but it's me receivin'
The c*m come through them gums looks like the b*tch teethin'
Diss me, get treated like you was just leavin'
After I quit squeezin'
I'm the sh*t fool
Every year in my past, my sh*t list grew
n*ggas switched up and got ripped up like Rick Rude
Yeah, I don't f*ck around with that mic
You try to f*ck with me you probably f*ck around with that white
What you a cluck?
I psycho spit
Y'all writtin' with lead
I'm writtin' my rhymes with rifle tips
I'm excitin' like highlights of Michael clips
I run the net like my mic's a microchip
Nickle
Happy Bar Exam 2
It's a holiday n*gga
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