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compared to you - ea$y money & termanology lyrics

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compared to you. .

[verse 1: termanology]

compared to you, i’m jesus christ
he gutta like the peas at night, sling keys of white
termanology, you really can spit
you really are sick, st. up in this b-tch– sh-t
this beat sound like rza had a son
and named him lee bannon, got oz’s of salmon
that fishscale raw b-tter motherf-cker
don’t confuse me with no other funny cat chris tucker

this (?)’ll bring ruckus to you suckas
don’t trust us, we the crustiest brothers with no ducats
‘caine lovers, get stuck with hospital bills for punches
my squad third graders, at noon we eat lunches
you sweet, scrumptious. candy-coated
this cannon in my hand reloaded, blam– it’s over
she got a fatty? f-ck how her face look
shorty wanna get poked, and not on no facebook

[verse 2: ea$y money]

uh. listen–
st. squad thugga, keep it raw gutta
f-cking with one, gotta bring it to all of us
your broad love us. all i tell her is, “come here,”
then she point at her face and tell me, “come here,”
too fly. no way you can com-pare
she blow me and term, swallow a c-m pair
go home and kiss you with tongue, ear
it’s so unfair, f-ck it homie, i’m done here

come right back like bad karma
razor sharp thoughts will pierce through that armor
attract drama, that’s my persona
he act feminine i’m going to put a purse on him
bet the shine give you glau-coma
and this gun put you to sleep, slip you into a glock-coma
you not a thug, never been the type to load a pis-tol
you a f-g, the type to swallow a load and p-ss, too

[verse 3: termanology]

hopping out the scion with my face on it
driving through h-lltown with the b-ss booming
that’s street sh-t, st. to the death
al pacino and nino, mixed in the flesh
it’s movie time, them ricans that make peliculas
beef with us? that’s preposterous, obvious you just talking sh-t
i got my boots on, and they ain’t just for walking sh-t
they for stomping sh-t. we from the projects, b-tch!

hunh. no comparison to my arrogance
when it comes to the babble fast flows you either mastered it
yup, i’m like kool g rap smashing sh-t
you like an average rapper that i’d embarr-ss quick
come through my block, we got it locked, like fort knox
we trizz them out, give kim and kourtney c-cks
ha. one, two, and you don’t stop. we make the crowd move back–

[verse 4: ea$y money]

hey yo, we move packs. hold gats like we above the law
rep the city right above the law– i’m so h-lltown
ea$y money, st. is the fam-ily
we all nice with the rhyme, the whole fam illy
see my presence is an artist’s convention
without the pencil, i draw your attention
have trouble with it and it’s hard comprehending
how y’all talk the best and my squad isn’t mentioned

walk with a limp and carry myself
like the flyest sh-t ever, i could marry myself
flow r-t-rded, it should ride the mini school bus
so your petty rhymes miniscule to us
never get it confused because i flow awesome
most of my team put in bids no auction
we cop c0ke, bag up and deal it
y’all cop c0ke to wash down your meal with

- eay money termanology lyrics

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