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Semi Six - Shame On A N*gga (prod.by Flying Lotus) lyrics

Shame on a n***a
Who try to run game on a n***a yo I'm bout to spew flames on a n***a
Cuz I perform sick flu game on a n***a
Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a yo I'm bout to spew flames on a n***a
Cuz I perform sick flu game on a n***a
Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a
Shame on a n***a (Shame on a n***a)

You betta plan ya future
I'm the masta shoota
Thats after ya gold like Mansa Musa
How many emcees did Semi spoil?
I'm Sugar Ray
I'll punch you to d**h like Jimmy Doyle
Getaway in a Diablo
Then have a priest k** it
You know I got em if the streets deal it
Semi 6 big headed like Maurice Tilet I'll make ya niece feel it
n***as bleed at this trigga speed get fricacsse'd with three sk**ets!
My points frank
I point tanks
Point blank
This is not for the kindhearted
You loved the song when my rhyme started
They spit nonsense
I bomb tents with Semtex's then escape in ten seconds
Through a smokescreen
Burn ya spliff and let the roach steam!
Cuz I drop lines
That you'd sniff like a coke fiend
Flows lean, soda with the codeine
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Got women s**in my meat for protein
My flows clean I get on stage n ho's scream

Shame on a n***a
Who try to run game on a n***a yo I'm bout to spew flames on a n***a
Cuz I perform sick flu game on a n***a
Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a yo I'm bout to spew flames on a n***a
Cuz I perform sick flu game on a n***a
Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a
Shame on a n***a (Shame on a n***a)


Try and focus beats provided by the Flyin' Lotus if you lyin hopeless
And the climate is drought consider Semi Six the Heineken stout
Pa** malt after emptyin' a cash vault
Keep Dominc Torreto near the bank on the asphalt
Getaway dual seater with the top missing . This is not fiction spit a play full feature with the plot twisting
From the city where they rock pistons
Hot vixens, escort me from the Palace after the game
Her name was Alice she was after the fame
I ain't mad at her , she had me fascinated, l must be Mad Hatter
We had s** fat checks spent on crab platters in the president's suite
Every night I get the excellent sleep
Rendezvous where the delegates speak
You just a flat tire n Im more precious than a saphire
This pimps blessed
Women show indications of interest wearin' a thin dress
You procrastinate I impress
Rock a coat made of African cheetah
Ride the beat like African Zebra
My flows clean I get on stage n ho's scream

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