Close to the Edge
Ah ha
Ooooooooh
Ooooh, hoooo, ooooh
Naw, naw
Ha, I'm on my knees, praying over my bed
So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothing you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
I know this song is going over your head
Just don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothing you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
Don't tell me, don't d-don't tell me
Nothin you can say
When I'm shining on you like a beautiful day (Yeah)
Read me, I'm Pierre the book
I blow green on the street, I don't care who look
Until a cop goes pass, if he harass me
I tell him to his face, you ain't nothin without a badge
I can take you, one on one
I'd do it right now if you ain't have that gun, but umm
I was ready before you was born
Waiting outside the station, catch you without a uniform
The red pen is my deadliest weapon
My best friend, who can think of a better profession?
If you ask too many personal questions
I'm gone lie to you so fast, I make your head spin, ha!
I'm real silent
Negative thoughts live in my head, making me feel violent
I freestyle to get them out of my brain
Only way I know how to keep myself entertained, ha
Pardon me, dog, I had to explain
Because you might thank I'm insane, you damn right, maine
I'm not the type to find excuses
But I'm good enough to know when a rhyme is stupid
I'm the first to acknowledge my worst
But it's still better than what you consider your finest work
You should pursue another line of work
Before I hurt you, I'm a jerk, Lord (Ha)
What you was thinking when you gave me this gift?
You should've known I would grow up and talk slick, ha
I tease MC's and teach them things
I grade niggas on the flow, give them C's and D's (Yeah!)
Show me what your freestyle do
You respect my opinion, it carrys a lot of value
On the low, I be wilding too
My sperm tastes like coconut, bitches call me Malibu
(On my knees, Lord, uhh!)
On my knees, praying over my bed
So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothin you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
I know this song is going over your head
Just don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothing you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
Naw, naw
Ooooh, hoooo, ooooh
Naw, naw
Criticize me, go ahead preach
Ol' jealous MC, don't make me reach
I'm afraid I can't allow you to speak
Flying outside of your window when you're asleep
I don't care about nothin
Y'all used to call me do, but naw, call me doesn't
I went a whole month without busting
I'm gettin sick of you chicks, I'm chillin with my cousin (Ha)
I don't wanna sound like I'm bugging
You can chill with me tonight, just no hugging
Let's go, now you wanna give me neck slow
Heck no, girl I rather play Connect Four
No rush, don't fuck with ya guy
You see me chillin in the cut, my black brush on the side
I ain't saying I don't want that tushie
But I'm so into my flow, you can't even touch me
On my knees, praying over my bed (On my knees, Lord, yeah!)
So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothin you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
I know this song is going over your head
Just don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
Y'all don't know me, man (Naw, naw)
You don't know me
Ooooooooh
Ooooh, hoooo, ooooh
Naw, naw
Ha, I'm on my knees, praying over my bed
So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothing you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
I know this song is going over your head
Just don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothing you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
Don't tell me, don't d-don't tell me
Nothin you can say
When I'm shining on you like a beautiful day (Yeah)
Read me, I'm Pierre the book
I blow green on the street, I don't care who look
Until a cop goes pass, if he harass me
I tell him to his face, you ain't nothin without a badge
I can take you, one on one
I'd do it right now if you ain't have that gun, but umm
I was ready before you was born
Waiting outside the station, catch you without a uniform
The red pen is my deadliest weapon
My best friend, who can think of a better profession?
If you ask too many personal questions
I'm gone lie to you so fast, I make your head spin, ha!
I'm real silent
Negative thoughts live in my head, making me feel violent
I freestyle to get them out of my brain
Only way I know how to keep myself entertained, ha
Pardon me, dog, I had to explain
Because you might thank I'm insane, you damn right, maine
I'm not the type to find excuses
But I'm good enough to know when a rhyme is stupid
I'm the first to acknowledge my worst
But it's still better than what you consider your finest work
You should pursue another line of work
Before I hurt you, I'm a jerk, Lord (Ha)
What you was thinking when you gave me this gift?
You should've known I would grow up and talk slick, ha
I tease MC's and teach them things
I grade niggas on the flow, give them C's and D's (Yeah!)
Show me what your freestyle do
You respect my opinion, it carrys a lot of value
On the low, I be wilding too
My sperm tastes like coconut, bitches call me Malibu
(On my knees, Lord, uhh!)
On my knees, praying over my bed
So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothin you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
I know this song is going over your head
Just don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothing you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
Naw, naw
Ooooh, hoooo, ooooh
Naw, naw
Criticize me, go ahead preach
Ol' jealous MC, don't make me reach
I'm afraid I can't allow you to speak
Flying outside of your window when you're asleep
I don't care about nothin
Y'all used to call me do, but naw, call me doesn't
I went a whole month without busting
I'm gettin sick of you chicks, I'm chillin with my cousin (Ha)
I don't wanna sound like I'm bugging
You can chill with me tonight, just no hugging
Let's go, now you wanna give me neck slow
Heck no, girl I rather play Connect Four
No rush, don't fuck with ya guy
You see me chillin in the cut, my black brush on the side
I ain't saying I don't want that tushie
But I'm so into my flow, you can't even touch me
On my knees, praying over my bed (On my knees, Lord, yeah!)
So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
(Nothin you can say to me, not at all, but you're already supposed to know)
I know this song is going over your head
Just don't push me, I'm too close to the edge, ha shit
Y'all don't know me, man (Naw, naw)
You don't know me
Credits
Writer(s): Donald Fuzzell
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