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Fed Up Remix

featuring Guru

I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps

But theyre all playin' roles just like Omar Epps

I see so many players I wonder where the coach is

My names Everlast Im hard to kill like roaches

The dough that youre making has got you fronting and faking

Your hearts been shook your brains cooked like bacon

Cant believe youre not butter you thought you was on it

Out trying to flaunt it but its just Blue Bonnet

And now its my turn kid watch me churn

Theres only so many spots theyre had to earn

Pack it up pack it in

So let me begin

Dont make me have to smack your dumb ass into a head spin

Youre left in suspense

From the aura of my presence

Trying to get props under false pretense

You wanna say something but youre not sure

If Im a dis ya 'cause youre not pure

Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda

If you had game you still couldnt get over

I know your crews gotta be crazy weak

'Cause I can judge them by the company they keep

Way deep is how I get into this rap thing

While youre napping I got your chicks titties flappin'

Shes asking for me to hit her off lovely

Im a slay all you punks like as if I was the man

When you sell out to appeal to the masses

You have to go back and enroll in some classes

All you curve pieces start shaking your asses

All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it

Back in 89 I dropped too much acid

Back from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid

While you busy ragging on the people you blasted

Im asking how many days have you fasted


Get up Ill break ya down a little somethin'

Im fed up its time to go head huntin'

Dead up too many crews be frontin'

Im fed up its time to go head huntin'

Get up Ill break ya down a little somethin'

Im fed up its time to go head huntin'

Dead up too many crews be frontin'

Im fed up its time to go head huntin'

Hey whats that sound dont turn around

To your back I got the grey ground

Hard for you chumps that act odd

The ones faking jacks packing guns acting hard

But lets suppose you really had a burner

You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer

Fuck a murder Im a just kill your ego

'Cause we know that you aint really got no people

Murdering a prop my man this my homey that

You need to get the fuck out my face cause you dont know me Jack

Eeny, meeny, miney, moe...

I put seeds in your mental and I watch 'em grow

Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow

Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show

'Cause I know you and this is how we go

Somalaku to the Muslim

Shalom to the Hebrew

Greed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math

These seven deadly sins represent my jinn

You scheeming on testing me kid where you been

I been told all my life Im my only friend

Theres a killer on the road money its the end

And you might think that Im a dummy

But while youre out at the spot Im home chilling with your honey

I kicks flavor

Like Steven King I write the horror

If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead youre best to follow

Or youll be left along the road in the dust

And me and you wont have too much to discuss

Trust me I be the gifted unlimited

Too many of these rappers blowing up because of Guinness kid

You aint did the bid you aint never pulled the trigger

You battle me I make you stagger more than liquor

I get raw Im quickdraw the outlaw I dealt yall

Ready to fuck with me so boy you better stop

'Cause Im a beat your ass like your pops

...Get the real estate money and then the props


House Of Pain

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