How you gonna arm wrestle
With the will of God?
Bullets through the temper-pedic
Call that pillow talk
Spill em like a margarita
Leave em on the block
Niggas thinkin its a joke
No Phillip, Todd
I go aimin with the locs
Hope i hit my target
But i dont mind if the
Family becomes a carcass
Uppercut his baby mother
Send her ass through orbit
Put his pets and the kids
On the black market
Violence ain't the answer?
F*ck it, im kinda retarded
Ever seen the rage of God?
We the ragin incarnate
They say vengeance is a
Dish best served cold
But the heat that im usin
Has to reload
Cereal for dinner had
My stomach speakin morse code
Niggas stain the dishes
Then would move it by the boatload
Niggas feel like atlas when they
Carryin the workload
Ten toes
This a act you shoulda forbode
Cause
The dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em up
Mind of an owl
Strength of an ox
Glock make a nigga do
The Michael J. Fox
Stop, what you doin
Put ya phone in the box
Want the cash, want the jewels
Want the food, want the stocks
Act like a fool and the rules
Gonna pop
And the tools that we use
Gon be new to the cops
PTSD of that wu tang torture
To a
Different degree when you
F*ck with the culture
The irony of writin bars
About treatin words with disregard
And switchin to bogard a
Nigga's heart
Adds weight to the
Force of a punch
And this ain't metal, ain't punk
Ain't no goddamn grunge
This is rap music with a
"F*ck you" type grudge
This is Ice Cube bashin
Up ya place with a bat
This be Chuck D with the steel
The color of black
Ain't no attack
It's destruction without the
Chance of impunity
The dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em upThe dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em up
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How you gonna arm wrestle
With the will of God?
Bullets through the temper-pedic
Call that pillow talk
Spill em like a margarita
Leave em on the block
Niggas thinkin its a joke
No Phillip, Todd
I go aimin with the locs
Hope i hit my target
But i dont mind if the
Family becomes a carcass
Uppercut his baby mother
Send her ass through orbit
Put his pets and the kids
On the black market
Violence ain't the answer?
F*ck it, im kinda retarded
Ever seen the rage of God?
We the ragin incarnate
They say vengeance is a
Dish best served cold
But the heat that im usin
Has to reload
Cereal for dinner had
My stomach speakin morse code
Niggas stain the dishes
Then would move it by the boatload
Niggas feel like atlas when they
Carryin the workload
Ten toes
This a act you shoulda forbode
Cause
The dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em up
Mind of an owl
Strength of an ox
Glock make a nigga do
The Michael J. Fox
Stop, what you doin
Put ya phone in the box
Want the cash, want the jewels
Want the food, want the stocks
Act like a fool and the rules
Gonna pop
And the tools that we use
Gon be new to the cops
PTSD of that wu tang torture
To a
Different degree when you
F*ck with the culture
The irony of writin bars
About treatin words with disregard
And switchin to bogard a
Nigga's heart
Adds weight to the
Force of a punch
And this ain't metal, ain't punk
Ain't no goddamn grunge
This is rap music with a
"F*ck you" type grudge
This is Ice Cube bashin
Up ya place with a bat
This be Chuck D with the steel
The color of black
Ain't no attack
It's destruction without the
Chance of impunity
The dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em upThe dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em up
With the will of God?
Bullets through the temper-pedic
Call that pillow talk
Spill em like a margarita
Leave em on the block
Niggas thinkin its a joke
No Phillip, Todd
I go aimin with the locs
Hope i hit my target
But i dont mind if the
Family becomes a carcass
Uppercut his baby mother
Send her ass through orbit
Put his pets and the kids
On the black market
Violence ain't the answer?
F*ck it, im kinda retarded
Ever seen the rage of God?
We the ragin incarnate
They say vengeance is a
Dish best served cold
But the heat that im usin
Has to reload
Cereal for dinner had
My stomach speakin morse code
Niggas stain the dishes
Then would move it by the boatload
Niggas feel like atlas when they
Carryin the workload
Ten toes
This a act you shoulda forbode
Cause
The dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em up
Mind of an owl
Strength of an ox
Glock make a nigga do
The Michael J. Fox
Stop, what you doin
Put ya phone in the box
Want the cash, want the jewels
Want the food, want the stocks
Act like a fool and the rules
Gonna pop
And the tools that we use
Gon be new to the cops
PTSD of that wu tang torture
To a
Different degree when you
F*ck with the culture
The irony of writin bars
About treatin words with disregard
And switchin to bogard a
Nigga's heart
Adds weight to the
Force of a punch
And this ain't metal, ain't punk
Ain't no goddamn grunge
This is rap music with a
"F*ck you" type grudge
This is Ice Cube bashin
Up ya place with a bat
This be Chuck D with the steel
The color of black
Ain't no attack
It's destruction without the
Chance of impunity
The dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em upThe dead don't give
No f*cks
When you look em in the eyes
Will you fear his love?
If you stumbled in the mud
Would you spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga's soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David Dunn
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Put the heater to his ghost
Then we lift him up
Lift em up
Writer: Jaja Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid