How I Do
I may not really be sane in brain
But I guess its okay
Running shit then killing mothafuckas
Guess I'm OJ
Spilling OJ, getting dome from hoes with no name
Knowing I need some Rograine and I aint got no game
U.S.A is a comedian stop telling jokes
Elect a rich man, who makes you even more broke
Pay your taxes, do what I say
We'll kill or frame you, if you get in the way
Fuck it I'll do this 9 to 5 until the cancer come
Then I'll go heisenberg, and have you rookies looking dumb
Let the feds search high and low til' the waldo pop
And let the people know we Rowlan til' the motto's hot
I told my momma I promise to get it all
The whole world is yours momma you deserve to ball
I told my people hold it down I need an army
Cause once they hear of Rowlan, they all gon hate on Tommy
Y'all must not know how I do
Well let me show you how to
Spit raps to they dome like badu, du, du
Y'all must not know how I do
Murder murder, like Ja Rule
I'm a survivor, my dude, dude, dude
These commodities, gotta be, mediocrity, how did he
Go, from local rapper, to just accept my apology
From the start I had a plan, middle finger to doubt
Feeling like the new Pac, I'll change the world with my mouth
So let me tell you what I think, when these dudes try to sing
If a boxer don't box, he don't get in the ring
If you a rapper and a singer, and you don't do your thing
Well we laugh at you, and all the bad sound that you bring
The rapper who never stopped, English master, verb pervert
Automic gun to heads, converting brains into sherbet
Lyrical bullets, straight bars, bending thoughts with my words
Coming back, fuck friends, too much shit I deserve
I know, the locals talking
He really think he the one
I'll be the last thing standing
When the mushroom cloud is done
I'ma blow up, and throw up, these gangs signs, til' I'm dead
So they can argue over if I was the greatest in they head
Hey
Y'all must not know how I do
Well let me show you how to
Spit raps to they dome like badu, du, du
Y'all must not know how I do
Murder murder, like Ja Rule
I'm a survivor, my dude, dude, dude
But I guess its okay
Running shit then killing mothafuckas
Guess I'm OJ
Spilling OJ, getting dome from hoes with no name
Knowing I need some Rograine and I aint got no game
U.S.A is a comedian stop telling jokes
Elect a rich man, who makes you even more broke
Pay your taxes, do what I say
We'll kill or frame you, if you get in the way
Fuck it I'll do this 9 to 5 until the cancer come
Then I'll go heisenberg, and have you rookies looking dumb
Let the feds search high and low til' the waldo pop
And let the people know we Rowlan til' the motto's hot
I told my momma I promise to get it all
The whole world is yours momma you deserve to ball
I told my people hold it down I need an army
Cause once they hear of Rowlan, they all gon hate on Tommy
Y'all must not know how I do
Well let me show you how to
Spit raps to they dome like badu, du, du
Y'all must not know how I do
Murder murder, like Ja Rule
I'm a survivor, my dude, dude, dude
These commodities, gotta be, mediocrity, how did he
Go, from local rapper, to just accept my apology
From the start I had a plan, middle finger to doubt
Feeling like the new Pac, I'll change the world with my mouth
So let me tell you what I think, when these dudes try to sing
If a boxer don't box, he don't get in the ring
If you a rapper and a singer, and you don't do your thing
Well we laugh at you, and all the bad sound that you bring
The rapper who never stopped, English master, verb pervert
Automic gun to heads, converting brains into sherbet
Lyrical bullets, straight bars, bending thoughts with my words
Coming back, fuck friends, too much shit I deserve
I know, the locals talking
He really think he the one
I'll be the last thing standing
When the mushroom cloud is done
I'ma blow up, and throw up, these gangs signs, til' I'm dead
So they can argue over if I was the greatest in they head
Hey
Y'all must not know how I do
Well let me show you how to
Spit raps to they dome like badu, du, du
Y'all must not know how I do
Murder murder, like Ja Rule
I'm a survivor, my dude, dude, dude
Credits
Writer(s): Rowlan
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