Fat For The 90 S lyrics

Fat For The 90 S lyrics

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Send "Fat For The 90 S" Ringtone to your Cell featuring A.G. [Finesse] Suckas out there better pray and shout for help When it comes to skills on the mic I`m out for self Finesse is dangerous so those who came to fuss Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust Swift with the gift when I`m dropping my shit I do shows collect the dough grab a hoe then I split I`m not the brother to riff and get raw with I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit Many try to bore me and harm me So what you got an army? You`re all washed up like laundry It`s Lord Finesse, the rap phenomenom I take this more serious than a Muslim do Rhamadan I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness I`m so cool I put fans out of business Suckas try to to copy and beat me They try to see me, but it`s not that easy They should take shit slowly, becase they don`t know me I`m on the down low, that means I play low key But at a party, I`m quick to rag a mic And brothers can`t see me with a satellite So those who want to battle me, step up lively `A bad motherfucker` is a few words to describe me I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking I`m leaving opponents all dead and stinking I kick game, I got more than a small rap I drop facts on tracks, shit I`m all that Whether foreign or American, I come better than Any specialist or any rap veteran I`m a brother with skills and a good rep That`s why all the players want to follow my footsteps So when you hear me, don`t comepare me to all the rest They might be good, but they ain`t fucking with Lord Finesse Whether you`re old or a rapper with a new name I`ll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 Train So don`t come here looking for a bargain, troop I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit I`m quick to send a nigga home in stitches Don`t sing and dance, but I still get the bitches So don`t ever diss the smooth rap terrorist I get paid each year to come back and write better shit Me getting done? Now that`s a hot one It`s like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast They talking trast but yet haven`t heard the half They don`t understand it Cause I`m living gigantic, and I`m the best, goddammit Now you know who`s on who`s jock When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socks You can`t fuck with Finesse, pal And when I`m done with ya, send your man for the next round Andre the Giant, tell me how ya living (Get on down to the old slick rhythm) [A.G.] You said I wasn`t ready, joke`s on you, Jack Because I`m the Giant, but before it was `Who`s that?` I don`t get girls that`s hard to imagine You be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the beauty pagent It ain`t hard to tell, ain`t had enough yet? Cause you`re wet and I still haven`t bust a sweat I`m a fat cat, you`re just a kitten Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain`t hitting You`re low budget, and my skills are so rugged I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it Round up the best MC`s and confront me One on one, they gets done, they better jump me Me against your crew, now that`s a fair fight Me get done one on one? Yeah right Come on and face reality I get hype and pull out a can of brutality You`ll get knocked in the first round, you won`t even get to brag And ask your girl `Do the Giant got the gift of gab?` Slit her off, hit her off on the first date Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape Why didn`t you step, yeah you had the chance To face an avalanche, but you`d rather dance Cause you know the consequences To anybody that`s comp but just romp and stomp them senseless Cause I speak with a hypertone The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone The mic`s in my hands, raise your arms, God Me and Finesse on the same team? Come on, that`s a bomb squad Got the things that`s wanted by every girl Mack daddy without the Caddy or the jheri curls You got game like me? I doubt it They say pimping ain`t easy...what`s so hard about it? In front of crowds to get lots of cheers He`s Finesse, I`m A.G. and I`m the fuck up out of here Yeah, fat for the 90`s, money Send " Fat For The 90 S" Ringtone to your Cell Fat For The 90 S lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Fat For The 90 S lyrics @ ELyrics | Fat For The 90 S lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Fat For The 90 S lyrics @ Songlyrics | Fat For The 90 S lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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