Satchel Paige
I throw you niggas a curve
'Round town they askin' me
IV, whats the word
Heard you blowin' up
Bitch, I get what I deserve
I throw you niggas a curve
'Round town they askin' me
Where you from, from the burbs
With this pen I purge real nigga flippin' birds
Throw these crackers a curve
'Round town they askin' me
IV what's the word
Heard you blowin' up
Bitch, I get what I deserve
Let me tell y'all all a story
How I birthed Illori Vice
I Grew up in a place wasn't any niggas in sight
Couple stories, white neighbors had us feelin' like we made it
East Cobb you raised me, but left me hella jaded
Hella jaded, poppa stated, nigga watch them Caucasians
Cuz when shit pop off all these cops see is black faces, black faces
Catchin' cases, catchin' cases never that, cuz if Vice catch a case
Swear these crackers gettin' slapped, believe that
Dap me in my face, talk that shit behind my back right
Yea, I'm smarter than you, but that it don't mean that I act white
Please, get your facts right
Keep on watchin' the Tube
But they lying to you too
All y'all got the game confused
Vice 'bout to light that fuse
Y'all refuse to tell the truth
IV the true Huey, FreeMan when I step inside the booth
Superman, Clark Kent
Turned to John Wilkes Booth
Aiming at executives
While they screaming
Don't Shoot
Don't Shoot
I throw you niggas a curve
'Round town they askin' me
IV, whats the word
Heard you blowin' up
Bitch, I get what I deserve
I throw you bitches a curve
'Round town they askin' me
IV what's the word
Heard you blowin' up
Bitch, I get what I deserve
Let me tell y'all a story
How I birthed Illori Vice
Momma raised a gentleman
And said to treat my sisters right
Heard that chivalry was dead
Damn, thought it was a rumor
Cuz I Tried to give respect
Bitches wanted Karma Sutra so fuck it
Aww fuck it
Throw these bitches a curve
All my bitches with curves
I Throw them bitches the curve
Then kick a bitch to the curb
Bitch, you got a lot nerve
Talkin' bout I'm too nice
Oh really, that right?
Drop "Illori" leave the "Vice"
How quickly you forget
That bitch you started out a 6
And Then I made you a 9
Traded dime for a nickel
Now you workin' overtime
Dime for a nickel
Now you workin' overtime
Traded dime for a nickel
Damn KB you was right
Done doin' bitches right
Fuck that bitch yea for life
I throw you bitches a curve
I throw you crackers a curve
I throw my niggas a curve
What's the word
'Round town they askin' me
IV, whats the word
Heard you blowin' up
Bitch, I get what I deserve
I throw you niggas a curve
'Round town they askin' me
Where you from, from the burbs
With this pen I purge real nigga flippin' birds
Throw these crackers a curve
'Round town they askin' me
IV what's the word
Heard you blowin' up
Bitch, I get what I deserve
Let me tell y'all all a story
How I birthed Illori Vice
I Grew up in a place wasn't any niggas in sight
Couple stories, white neighbors had us feelin' like we made it
East Cobb you raised me, but left me hella jaded
Hella jaded, poppa stated, nigga watch them Caucasians
Cuz when shit pop off all these cops see is black faces, black faces
Catchin' cases, catchin' cases never that, cuz if Vice catch a case
Swear these crackers gettin' slapped, believe that
Dap me in my face, talk that shit behind my back right
Yea, I'm smarter than you, but that it don't mean that I act white
Please, get your facts right
Keep on watchin' the Tube
But they lying to you too
All y'all got the game confused
Vice 'bout to light that fuse
Y'all refuse to tell the truth
IV the true Huey, FreeMan when I step inside the booth
Superman, Clark Kent
Turned to John Wilkes Booth
Aiming at executives
While they screaming
Don't Shoot
Don't Shoot
I throw you niggas a curve
'Round town they askin' me
IV, whats the word
Heard you blowin' up
Bitch, I get what I deserve
I throw you bitches a curve
'Round town they askin' me
IV what's the word
Heard you blowin' up
Bitch, I get what I deserve
Let me tell y'all a story
How I birthed Illori Vice
Momma raised a gentleman
And said to treat my sisters right
Heard that chivalry was dead
Damn, thought it was a rumor
Cuz I Tried to give respect
Bitches wanted Karma Sutra so fuck it
Aww fuck it
Throw these bitches a curve
All my bitches with curves
I Throw them bitches the curve
Then kick a bitch to the curb
Bitch, you got a lot nerve
Talkin' bout I'm too nice
Oh really, that right?
Drop "Illori" leave the "Vice"
How quickly you forget
That bitch you started out a 6
And Then I made you a 9
Traded dime for a nickel
Now you workin' overtime
Dime for a nickel
Now you workin' overtime
Traded dime for a nickel
Damn KB you was right
Done doin' bitches right
Fuck that bitch yea for life
I throw you bitches a curve
I throw you crackers a curve
I throw my niggas a curve
What's the word
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Writer(s): Christopher Dean-jackson
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