Lyrical Breakdown of 07 - Favorite Rapper - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mobb Deep weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "07 - Favorite Rapper" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Yeah. yeah. aight? Motherfuckers!
Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots
Come through nigga... YO!
I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin' the enemy
And ain't nobody safe unless you bulletproof e'rything
Clappin at your baby, includin' your entourage
Don't be 'fraid of these slugs, they get you closer to God
I'm a homegrown terror, my pops planted the seed
When I wild, don't be mad at me, should blame him
War with us? The start of your end
Beef with these faggot-ass rappers started the trend
P? That's my grimy for life, don't fuck with him
And if word gets back to me, I'm buckin' you
Know it's on me hammers stuck to the hand just like glue
Like them, O.G.'s smokin' them trees of bamboo
Shorty thought she knew me so I had to check her
I'm a Gemini bitch, that mean I flip with the weather
I don't know how you talk to them other cats
But I ain't them (Nah!)
Put it in your mouth girlfriend
Clap your favorite rapper, gives a fuck
Gimme a minute I'll crack that ass, whassup?
It's like drugs cause we gettin it back, get it back
Like ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion
Clap your favourite rapper, gives a fuck
Gimme a minute I'll crack that ass, whassup?
It's like drugs cause we gettin' it back, get it back
Like ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion
Know we done struck a jackpot Dunn, it's a wrap from now on
Just keep servin' these niggaz portions of that raw
And sit back and countin' this cash, we gettin' off
Knick-knack, paddy-wack, give a dawg more
I won't stop 'til I can match my car with my clothes
And ery'day of the week, I'm switchin' up flows
Spend ery'day with my peeps, half in the vultures
Peace to Uncle Imeek, he holdin' down the corporates
Eatin' like a Boss Hogg
Click-click-BAOW! Don't have me shootin' my gun at y'all
Don't have me cuttin' niggaz down like the sniper
You had me kill some'n, I'm tryin' peel bundles
Of that scratch, the thou's to the mills
Paper that our next generation gon' feel
You niggaz gettin' your money? Yeah do that for real
'Cause niggaz fuck with our money, we set it like the Bush family
Clap your favourite rapper, gives a fuck
Gimme a minute I'll crack that ass, whassup?
It's like drugs cause we gettin' it back, get it back
Like ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion
Clap your favourite rapper, gives a fuck
Gimme a minute I'll crack that ass, whassup?
It's like drugs cause we gettin' it back, get it back
Like ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion