scum lord d!zzy - pac flow lyrics
{verse 1]
n_ggas don’t show no love because they jealous
watchin’ how i bank, they on my frank like some relish
wishing they can be me and everything i embellish
wanna’ be gang but hit the clank and get to tellin’
i remember momma saying that i would just be a felon
just ’cause my pops wasn’t sh_t and been a relic
how you feed ya’ baby boy, that poison and all them headaches
i was in sixth grade with migraines, crying poppin’ excedrin
doctors thought i had a tumor sittin’ in my head then
uncle died of one so i figured i’m just a dead man
maybe that’s the reason i’m seasoned and been a menace
always had to fight pain and lames i’m over zealous
sending n_ggas to the er, leave ya’ with the medic
now cowards makin’ fake pages so you don’t know who said it
b_tch i’m fueled by the hate, it makes me get the lettuce
’cause sh_tting on these t_rd ass n_ggas is my fetish
plus i’m f_cking ya’ girl, stealing that p_ssy like i’m bettis
i’m a scummy ass n_gga with figures don’t you forget it
i wanted to be ranked with the common’s and the jigga’s
but these crackaz’ made it hard hard to get the commas from the lyrics
game full of lames ain’t no honor for the spitters
just a bunch of rat splinters, talking drama like they hitters
thinking that they cute in they designer like some women
send a couple mu locs to get the poppin’ at ya’ sprinter
always talking how you run sh_t, turn liars into sprinters
they break fast, when they see you scum to rob ’em for they dinner
no matter where i go, i’m comfortable like joggers in the winter
got my flaka hitters with us
slip my glock into the entrance
like, where the bar at?
i just got in and b_tches asking where i parked at
is ain’t leaving ’til i see me one them barb brats
nicki married but rihanna still love hard rap
[hook]
yeah well i’m the juice pac
the true and highly improved new school poppa
like uh, (my) n_gga don’t ask who shot ya’
big gun looking like big pun when the coupe pop up
[verse 2]
i’m really god, you barely a demigod
i pushes crack with terror squads
pulled tracking and remy’s hard
before that papoose black love
i slipped on my black gloves
went in to take my stacks love
don’t make me act up
n_ggas call ya’ big homie who? he’ll never match up
and ya’ young shooters need ’em school, go get ’em patched up
had to hit the haters with peeeewwwnnnz
told ’em to catch dust
shawty got that type of perfuuumme, i couldn’t pass up
(oh) you a bad one, i just wanna add one
to my passenger and save you from being sad hun
society can’t understand us, and we can’t stand them
so f_ck it, let ’em sit and just watch, we outstanding
i’m the new pac b_tch, yeah i do pop off
you pop smoke, i crack fire on these new knock off
i cop dope, back out grabba, at ya’ boo house dog
she has to cheat though, i’m like rico with the tube socks off
scum robe and a bottle of moet
slappin’ them cheeks that’s tryna’ swallow me whole
like how am i getting home
she acting crazy she might follow me home
and jaydot ain’t even answering, probably silenced his phone
godd_mn i’m in a jam, my n_gga how do you coop
when beautiful women is the problem at home
my sh_t different
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