Sun God July - Street Mathematics Lyrics

Yo when I perform I need
Motherf*ckers to have they HAMMERS OUT NIGGA
F*ck outta here Nigga
Don't be the nigga that GET SLAPPED
By THE NIGGA with PURPLE nail polish
And a PURPLE Turban
Look I was told to keep writing, flow strong, shook
I WAS TOLD to keep fighting, Go on
Never been a slave But I know what it feel like
Thinking, never have a chance at a real life
Sometimes I feel like, y'all wanted me to do this
This is Prophecy GOD, I gotta be the truest
To learn the ropes of the game first and then climb up
Lick a shot for BIG POPPA SEND NINE UP
BIG Proper
He too ILL to forget so
Never shoot your gun with no glove and then let go
If you do though, you better make the ILL U Turn
Pick it back up, tuck and run
Make your shoe burn
Slap A BITCH UP
Same hand you unwrap a brick up
Same hand you attach a clip-up
With a holster, by the shoulder
EVERYDAY A BODY COUNT GETTIN OLDER
This IS STREET MATH, got a candy slug for your sweet ass
Start dying, first day you born, how long, will a week last
The Heat fast, asleep, tucked in bed by the waistline
Wake this bitch up, if you ever and try and take mine
Separate time, with a flow that's impossible
I don't just spit metaphors, I spit em logical
You know MY Steeze so don't think hard
I'm just here to let em know
Yeah Ant, DO YA THANG God
The f*ck why wouldn't I
I Rap some think it's forbidden I
Told you, I'm the hottest cat out, huh didn't I
It was written I
You recognize dog you flippin' why
Spittin' off the dome when I'm hittin' Li
Spittin' out the chrome like who gettin' by
Wet and five, Homos
Who don't know, the flow so hot with no promo
The Four Four will leave you miserable
On a Friday with no shit to do
In the hospital, critical
Did to you what I do to most cats
Heard July poppin' now let's toast that
The glock around let's tote that
I'm what's poppin' now son so HOLD THAT
You should give respect where it's due
That's to me, Son should know that
Nevermind what Sun do
The gun proof, One shot'll
Turn your forehead into a sunroof
Who you know spit like fiends with one tooth
And had game since his punk ass learned English
The Four Fifth is stainless, cool to bang with,
We just too cool to hang with
You know MY Steeze so don't think hard
I'm just here to let em know
Yeah Ant DO YA THING God
Let's f*ckin go nigga
Twenty Three a GOATed number Nigga
Two, Two, Three equals Seven
Seventh month IS July Nigga
My Firstborn named July Nigga
Close The Circle you get SEVEN Nigga
Put that it already went over your mother f*ckin head Nigga
BARKER, I'm the biggest Nigga to DO IT
Yo I came here to do my thing
Just give me some space then
To live life rich as made men
I'm bout to go cop a late Benz
Hoppin' in, a vehicle, that take no fuel, just oxygen
No more pollutin' the air, nah none of that
Only nigga with it, so go head Ma, front on that
It's NEW JACK, DTN Poppin' Off
B2T about to set that RVCKET Off
Streets'll bump my EP
Loud enough, to punk NYPD
A shotgun shot'll dismantle ya ribcage
All I'ma say is, this the way we handle our bizz'nayz
Better learn where YOUR BITCH stay
Where HER lip plays
Better learn where YOUR BITCH lay
Wifin' up a Hoe, Is a wrong move
All it shows is, HER past history, IS f*ckin' with wrong dudes
I Love YOU NIGGAZ, Pussy is ILL though
Remember this one thing, Pussy WILL KILL Yo
A Hoe know nothin' about life
Listen again Dawg
Can't turn a Hoe in a Housewife
Love first, hate ain't necessary
Smile when you see me in a Drop
Same color as February
You know MY Steeze so don't think hard
I'm just here to let em know
Yes Ant, do ya thing God
Do ya thang Sun, Peace, One Love and I'm OUT