July Muzik - Street Mathematics Lyrics

Yo when I perform I need these motherf*ckers to have they hammers out nigga
F*ck outta here nigga
Don't be the nigga that gets slapped
By the nigga with purple nail polish
And a purple turban

Look I was told to keep writing flow strong shook.
I was told to keep fighting go on
Never been a slave But I know what it feel like
Thinking Never have a chance at a real life
Sometimes I feel like y'all wanted me to do this
This is Prophecy God I gotta be the truest
I learned the ropes of the game first and then climb up
Lick a shot for big poppa Send nine up
Big Proper
He too ill to forget so
Never shoot your gun with no glove and then let go
If you do though you better make the ill U-turn
Pick it back up tuck and run
Make your shoe burn
Slap a bitch up
Same hand you unwrap a brick up
Same hand you attach a clip-up
With a holster by the shoulder
Every day a body count getting older
This is street math got a candy slug for your sweet ass
Start dying first day you born how long will a week last?
Heat fast sleep tucked in bed by the waistline
Wake this bitch up if you ever and try and take mine
Separate time with a flow that's impossible
I don't just spit metaphors I spit em logical

You know my steeze so don't think hard
I'm just here to let em know
Yeah Ant do ya thing God
The f*ck why wouldn't I

I Rap some think it's forbidden I
Told you I'm the hottest cat out huh didn't I?
It was written I
You recognize dog you flippin' why?
Spittin' off the dome when I'm hittin' live
Spittin' out the chrome like who gettin' by
Wet and five homos
Who don't know the flow so hot with no promo
The .44 will leave you miserable
On a Friday with no shit to do
In the hospital critical
Did to you what I do to most cats
Heard July poppin' now let's toast that
The glock around let's tote that
I'm what's poppin' now son so hold that
You should give respect where it's due
That's to me son should know that
Nevermind what's son do
The gun prove One shot'll
Turn your forehead into a sunroof
Who you know spit like fiends with one tooth
And had game since his punk ass learned English
The 4-5th is stainless cool to bang with
We just too cool to hang with
You know my steeze so don't think hard
I'm just here to let em know
Yeah Ant do ya thing God

Let's f*ckin' go nigga
23 a goated number nigga
223 equals seven
7th month is July nigga
My firstborn named July nigga
Close the circle you get seven nigga
Put that together it already went over your motherf*ckin' head nigga
Barker I'm the biggest nigga to do it

Yo I came here to do my thing
Just give me some space then
Live life rich as made men
About to go cop a late benz
Hoppin' in the vehicle that take no fuel just oxygen
No more pollutin' the air nah none of that
Only nigga with it so go head ma front on that
It's new jack DTM poppin' off
B2T about to set that rocket off
Streets'll bump my EP
Loud enough the punk NYPD
Shotgun shot'll dismantle ya ribcage
All I'ma say is this the way we handle our bizz-nays
Better learn where your bitch stay
Where her lip plays
Better learn where your bitch lay
Wifin' up a ho is the wrong move
All it shows is a past history of f*ckin' with wrong dudes
Love you nigga Pussy is ill though
Remember this one thing pussy'll kill yo
A ho know nothin' about life
Listen again dawg
Can't turn a ho into house white
Love first hate ain't necessary
Smile when you see me in the drop
Same color as February
You know my steeze so don't think hard
I'm just here to let em know
Yes Ant do ya thing God
Do ya thang son
Peace one love and I'm out