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rmc mike - ghetto assassin lyrics

[intro]
cg, you made this one?
that’s my bike, punk
ah ha ha, somebody in trouble
that’s what it sound like, right?
b_tch

[verse]
real money counters count the money, it can’t count me
y’all see i got this sh_t up out the mud, why would you doubt me?
we came from thuggin’ hard on mackin road, now we on south beach
my mindset is set to do whatever life allow me
i’m the undisputed heavyweight
talkin’ to my parlay, but i’m not desi banks
all this water on my chest would make a levee break
i’m finna beat pop’s ass, i think he seventy_eight
pow, he caught one to the head, now that’s a brain check
i swear to god, i love a b_tch who like the same s_x
you gotta knock the boss off first, he the main threat
you out here trickin’ with these b_tches, boy, that’s paid s_x
d_boy pulled up on a n_gga in the same ‘vette
i’m finna take mines back
it got the switchy thing on the back, that’s why it spray like that
she lookin’ like she got her body sculpted, why she shaped like that?
b_tch called me talkin’ ’bout she pregnant, why you play like that?
’cause i’ll smack a b_tch
don’t let her in ’cause i’m a better man when i’m off actavis
thirteen thousand for some paint, sh_t immaculate
ma, we on our way to the top, sh_t miraculous
cut a b_tch short, her p_ssy drier than a cactus
first two years, i made three hundred thou’ off rappin’
they like, “mike, we know you got it for the low, then why you taxin’?”
gotta keep my b_tch down on the low, ’cause she an actress
plus, she got a big coochie on her, too, look like patrick
whack a n_gga while i’m gettin’ high as h_ll, ghetto assassin
if i can’t have you, b_tch, you gon’ die, fatal attraction
caught her stealin’ out my pack and left her face on a mattress
i got big dreams to make it to the top, i was the chosen one
i’m the tiger woods of my neighborhood, put a hole in one
i knew he wasn’t gon’ pop sh_t, i could tell how he hold his gun
i drop back and let the chop clap, this the longest one
f_ck that, let off a whole hunnid, he can’t bust back
bro in the police cruiser with some dope under his n_ts_ck
it’s quick as h_ll tryna lean alone, i want my crutch back
i’m sick of n_ggas talkin’ money sh_t but they can’t up that
n_ggas broke as f_ck, i got a kel_tec
this b_tch hold fifty, press on the back and it’ll open up
you like to f_ck b_tches when they drunk, let her sober up
blew the dust off the tommy gun, this b_tch old as f_ck
like in ’09? no, i don’t want no head, i want a bl_wj_b
we makin’ sure the doors locked, check the doorkn_b
b_tch, we shut off like a rocket within no time
now it’s showtime

- rmc mike lyrics

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