CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : BET Rap City Wanksta Freestyle
Yeah, Rap City Tha Basement
Big Tig', Tony Touch, Killer Mike, Big Boi
Aquemini Records
You ready?
Yeah
Alright, yeah
You ain't no friend of mine
You ain't no kin of mine
Y'all stop running up on me with them damn written rhymes
It's Big Tigger in the booth on B-E-T
It's so incredible how I flow easily
I ain't no gangster
I ain't no mobster
It's Big Boi and Killer Mike, and he's the monster
It's coming on y'all
So who's next?
Come on
Come on Mike
I ain't no gangster, but neither are you
I'm from that Adamsville where they will murder you
Hey Tigger Tigger let me tell them a thing or two
I’m not you rappers, not to get embarrassed in the booth
Yo, it's a shame I say, most of you rappers play
And get your written rhymes eaten by a DJ
But I'm a MC and it's a new day
Yo this is freestyle, check out what I say
I smoke Bob Marley and I'm about that piece
No, not that peace there, that real real piece
I lay you in the streets
I murder magnificent, maniacal
What's my name, it's Michael
And my son, his name is Michael
I got a little gal
My oldest son, his name is Malik, and that is my pal
Yo holmes, I take your gal
I c*ck it back, about to let it go
Turn your forehead into a hatchback
You’re like the match Tigger
‘Cause I’m on fire Jigga
You heard it Poppin’ Tags, this one song eight
And right now there is no debate
This kid is hot and he will be a problem
If my Mama woulda aborted me I’d be a problem
You can’t solve him
The monster's born January 28th
I'm let Big take it, eat off the plate, you sucka!
Huh!
Big Tig', Tony Touch, Killer Mike, Big Boi
Aquemini Records
You ready?
Yeah
Alright, yeah
You ain't no friend of mine
You ain't no kin of mine
Y'all stop running up on me with them damn written rhymes
It's Big Tigger in the booth on B-E-T
It's so incredible how I flow easily
I ain't no gangster
I ain't no mobster
It's Big Boi and Killer Mike, and he's the monster
It's coming on y'all
So who's next?
Come on
Come on Mike
I ain't no gangster, but neither are you
I'm from that Adamsville where they will murder you
Hey Tigger Tigger let me tell them a thing or two
I’m not you rappers, not to get embarrassed in the booth
Yo, it's a shame I say, most of you rappers play
And get your written rhymes eaten by a DJ
But I'm a MC and it's a new day
Yo this is freestyle, check out what I say
I smoke Bob Marley and I'm about that piece
No, not that peace there, that real real piece
I lay you in the streets
I murder magnificent, maniacal
What's my name, it's Michael
And my son, his name is Michael
I got a little gal
My oldest son, his name is Malik, and that is my pal
Yo holmes, I take your gal
I c*ck it back, about to let it go
Turn your forehead into a hatchback
You’re like the match Tigger
‘Cause I’m on fire Jigga
You heard it Poppin’ Tags, this one song eight
And right now there is no debate
This kid is hot and he will be a problem
If my Mama woulda aborted me I’d be a problem
You can’t solve him
The monster's born January 28th
I'm let Big take it, eat off the plate, you sucka!
Huh!
