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Can’t Impress Me
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Juicy J
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You can't impress me with no bullsh*t threats I'll swabble- You can't impress me with no bullsh*t threats I'll swabble- You can't impress me with no bullsh*t threats I'll swabble- You can't impress me with no bullsh*t threats I'll swabble- You can't impress me with no bullsh*t threats I'll swabble any motherf**ker out your set motherf**ka Born in the North, buck I grew up in Tennessee Go on the f**king murder and the robbing and it's killing me I'm tried to coming up for the finer things in my life I'm straight from the landmark I thought it, I'd make it right I start as a little man, the man that I understand I stayed out of hands for commands that my daddy said A month, or two sеttin' me And I'm living in the street By jookin' up showing some young hoеs, so just let it be Many years like to come Ain't what it just seem to be I did not take heat to the things that can't easily Now that I'm down with a neighborhood, understood The show won't realize until he's in brotherhood Or locked in a jail cell, or maybe in other hell But I prefer jail cell, so can't f**king make my bail Free again, like the same A n***a just in the hood Don't f**k with Lil Debo or the AK gone come spray yo hood You can't impress me with no bullsh*t threats I'll swabble any motherf**ker out your set motherf**ka It's E.B.K. everyday, all day until the day I die It's E.B.K. everyday, all day until the day I die Standing on the f**king corner Scoping out some bustaz ima lay down in the city street Make 'em kiss the concrete Lynching deep, M.J. down with this murder sh*t 211, 187, murda killing is my click Watch me cause I'm coming up When I let the gauge buckshot from my Glock Cause I keep it c*cked Red rum here it come I think I'm losing my f**king mind Time to leave some bodies being the victim of my f**king nine Millimeter is the solver to take care of my f**king problems See a busta havin' nice, looking fresh I gotta rob him Landmart n***as on the creep with them yak's You can talk yo ass off We gone blow your ass off Landmart n***as on the creep with them yak's You can talk yo ass off We gone blow your ass off How in the f**k you figure that you could be straight with me? Consider me crooked as hell I'm busting a cap in your face, b*t*h cause you's a snail I'm hanging with the n***as only down with me The Triple Six, and Gimisum, and Hurston n***as down on Mash Ville Street And we can f**k up on a trick and smuggle his ass in the ditch My n***as lugging AK's for the bills Let's start some sh*t Now my watch my hoes take you out cause I'm a pimp My leg's kinda tired so I'm walking with a limp I take my dirty hoe, international Stacking more This n***a tried to rob me, but I caught him creeping up outta my door I grabbed some needles then I stuck em in his butt I tied him to the chair, until his ass closed up It's just like playing spades with a handful of hearts Oh, but I'm the lil joker That's cuttin' yo f**king dome Obituary, n***as scary Lames very, that hoes getting buried I won't concern their moaning, phony Got them b*t*hes yawning, groaning Miss them fried mornings Slicc, ever known Slicc? That's me motherf**ka Bullets they popping yo back For one of you n***as try to step up No mercy for my enemies, no mercy for thy soul No mercy for thy shake junt, no mercy for my hoes Now as I continue to mead the lyrical Difficult b*t*hes I'm pimpin in Memphis Now testing them out on the game To see the sight with slicc-ness Russian like roulettes When I start to reck Shoot you four-five Glocks n***a hit the deck I'm robbing that nina fiend for fun To the fence on our terrace We blend in like mirrors So jackers don't get near us Killaz, playaz Slapping 'em with a huff Blaze a blunt with a rush Cracka-yak we case 'em tightly We some straight up murderers, n***a We kicking down them doors We some straight up murderers We lay your kids and your mammy on the floor We some straight up murderers, n***a We kicking down them doors We some straight up murderers We lay your kids and your mammy on the floor Hoe
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