The Martianz - God For Bid lyrics

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The Martianz - God For Bid lyrics

[Intro] And they said he shall return With Margielas on his feet His hoes on fleek And his enemies shall burn The God MC [Hook] My b**hes call me a problem My n***as told me I'm next My n***as come from the bottom Straight from the ‘jects to the jets I do not run ‘less I run up a check I like my p**y and diamonds wet You n***as know not to f** with the set Keep talking foul, gon' get hit with the Tek, yeah All of my n***as is popping All of my n***as is popping Got a lil' b**h from the tropics I might just take the b**h shopping I feel like a trending topic All of them n***as is copies I'm taking off like a rocket And ain't no way you can stop it [Verse 1] Guess who's back on the block? And I'm still grabbing on my co*k Crack in my sock, I just put some money in the mail- Got a young n***a feeling like Pac Rappers need to stop You ain't never had no scale, you ain't never sold no rocks Fronting a** n***as never seen a night in jail- Not until Suge got locked They say money talks, I got ears like Spock Was the black sheep now I'm in a black lamb' Kick it like Mia, n***a I be going ham Got the big head n***a – NBA Jam Damn, all these n***as rap about is chains and bimbos Lowering the bar, got the game in limbo Ima go hard ‘til they free all my kinfolk f** the police like Harriet Winslow Don't panic – I've been gone a minute, had to work on my semantics Took this sh** for granted now it's time to take advantage Me against the world n***a f** a Captain Planet All this damn money got ‘em thinking I'm satanic Pockets got more thous and knots than the Ten Commandments Trying to f** Topanga, man a n***a been savage But I'm nice, not mean, that's another word for average (that's simple mathematics) b**h my chain and my flow cold, f** you lames yapping ‘bout? Got the game in a chokehold, Triple H tapping out Thugga got it cheaper in the middle of a drought Got to be the speaker if you n***as in the house All laid back with my kicks on the couch No sour patch but the kids in her mouth (Wow! X2) [Hook] [Verse 2] Never had a boss like Dame Keep a bag on me like Missy in the rain Jigga pack on me and a pistol in my Hanes I'm the new O-Dog, yeah the n***a with the ‘Caine Rounding up the troops if you're playing with my name co*k on your roof, yeah they say a n***a vain n***as must be on them mushrooms like Sonic – I meant Mario, you know I don't play no games (Dang!) A broke n***a can't talk to me I wake up in the trap like a saw movie Yeah, a n***a really had dope A vending machine's the only time you pushed coke I'm laughing to the bank, it's an inside joke Better ask Shawn Jay n***a you don't want smoke Smoke the best bud, I'll smoke your best bud You n***as feeling froggy, you gon' f** around and croak Nope, n***as ain't k**ers Y'all buss in the air like Miss Frizzle Head on a swivel wherever you provoke me We can take this sh** outside like Smokey Got a freak b**h waiting for me in the lobby Ima get that head off the bat like Ozzy Pa** her to the posse then a n***a back to this cash quest b**h I got now, you can have next Really I just came here to address – Any n***a thinking he can rap best You don't really want it with the man – Got a problem on your hands like you cheating on a math test Dag! All I do is brag Chains froze like Tity Boi playing tag Boy I double dare ya, big nose with the flag Call it fertilizer, got this sh** in a bag [Hook]