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the watcher 2 (remix) - ario lyrics

things just ain’t the same for gangsters
answer to me boy i’m your commander
i’m also a rapper to these crackers no actor
i’m a real rap my standards
please watch your manners boy
i’m a happy camper till come and annoy me
then i fire back on the cd’s and move
down your street in less than a week, see
studio better turn up the ac cause the fire i spit
is similar to jay z, zz like you fell asleep
it’s inevitable bout a week turn you into a vegetable
questionable if these mc’s deserve the life they have
i took a spliff and i split it in half the only way i can
learn functions in math is with a half ounce of the hash
i ain’t gotta ask for your cash i know you’re gonna relax
back into my raps
its dope

make every mother f-cker feel hope
the kings spoke now it’s time to backtrack
and figure out how many wack crack pedallers
got gold medals cause they been running the industry
and if i ever leave they’ll f-ckin miss me
blow me kisses real quick then turn
to the phone to s-xt me so please don’t
try to diss me
cause if you’re f-cking with me then you f-cked up
drive on empty till i fill the tank up
and turn around and swam into town
take your smile and turn it upside down
into a frown spit it now to make you fear me now
oh you feel me now
what about a year ago when b-tch
turned out to be a hoe
and she still is, f-ck her
sip 40 b-mp whiz
whatcha gonna do come up here flexin in front of the crew
i ain’t got no job but all you wanna do is brew coffee and
your shawty poppin molly for a livin
i’m out here on the mic try to make a killin
and if you’re willing i’ll be dealin
pound for pound hit the ground
when you mother f-ckers hear me now
ain’t no mother f-cker can take me down
i’m from out of town from the 218
all you do is eat off your f-cking plate
all i do is lift three f-cking plates
after this i’ll be banned from every state
every country this is just a taste of my rap
to all you stupid f-cks i hate

i’m sorry brook$ide but its dope as f-ck
when we rolling up to q-ssim’s crib
and he shi-shut the f-ck up
you better duck boy
you a f-ck boy
you wanna hug boy
finna cuff you up boy
take you to the back of the truck where we finna f-ck you up
man n-body wants your smokes
all you do is f-ckin toke
b-tch boy you ain’t got no hope
whenever you talk we laugh cause you sound like a f-ckin joke
yeah i’m broke is that a problem
wait who the f-ck going to sait
q-ssim
and i ain’t trying rate your girl but she ain’t
got no bra she looks like a goblin
tonight brookside turns into harlem
that means we gon shake you up
it’s in your f-ckin water

- ario lyrics

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