Key: E minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
I'm in charge of this class.
I'm the warrior chief.
of anything that stirs in my universe.
Fuck with me,
Put your goddamn white beaters on.
Bitches! Pump your butt to get me down,
round them up
round them up
Put em out to the pasture
Pump your butt to get me down,
round them up
round em up
Put em out to the pasture,
bump some up to get me down
Your boy Rap, rip it up,
C
Em
I got more hustle and flow
than Taran Towers
Make em throw in the tower
because they represent cowards
Am
See, I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
I'll kick you in your gluteus,
disturbing the peace
Just like Ludicrous
No testicles at all
Poodle dick, got your noodle split
When the ruger rip,
right through your melon
Put a stop to all your foolishness
C
Em
Recognize, you don't want it with me
I'm Marley, Marl, Paula, Perry,
Dot X, and Craig G
ever step out of line
Cause you's a bitch
You couldn't even battle Kevin Federline
C
Em
It's pathetic, somebody call a medic
All I hear is flatlines
No close cast gig, cause I body a fool
Round em up
Em
Am
Em
Like lambs to the slaughter, round em up
Put em out to the pasture,
once upon to get me jacked
give you something to bounce off
Deadass, these cats here rhyme,
they fucking mouths off
without a doubt y 'all
Take it to the mat with these hacks,
Where'd he go?
Shut you down with verses
that I use to only test the mic
fuck all that exercise
I ain't scrappin', I'm clappin'
Bullets from the Texas fly
At the same time,
tryin' to drain the world's check supply
and today you meet the heckler guy
I ain't goin' to jail,
there'll be no one to testify
C
Em
I stay higher than a satellite
You don't point to have doctors
checkin' for your plasma type
I'm rather nice
But when you force me,
block'll be hotter than a fan of nice
Round em up!
We need to maintain order
Put em out to the pasture
Bump some bucks and get me smacked
I only run with kings and
dudes with titles
Check dude for his vitals
G#m
Think he dead ass, his jaw is dead glass
But niggas ain't fight no more
Don't say nothing about me,
DJ play the song
Okay, kay, listen what I say
Record after record,
take the flag check
See my body, see my mouthpiece,
while I sit in this beast,
the Muslims pray to the east
I pray to my father
I also love my nephew and my niece
I think I need some holy water
And I would never send my team to a slaughter,
never
Round em up,
Round em up,
we need to maintain order
Bumps up to get me killed
I'm still banging them fittings
Hit them R &B bitches
I got the canvas for the bullies,
Fuck incarceration,
niggas die for for free
Niggas killed for respect
Got the low end of the shorties
itchin' to catch rats
C
Em
I met bitches that be spittin'
E
Em
the force
keep them feet on the block
Something hot for these dogs
and bitches and whatnot
Where Molly Marlack?
Craig, she's a thot, ex -bitch, I'm all that
best to fall back?
G#m
Fiendin' for the P like they fiendin' for crack
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