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The Last Rap I'll Ever Write Lyrics
On the night of the last rap that I write
MC's all over will bless the mic
Point two double glocks in the air
Some cats gon' die in they barber's chair
Real rap take to be made of gold
Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold
Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool
All dope deals will even go smooth
On the night of the last rap that I write
The Devil and God gon' have a fight
Check it, head to head
Tiga, toe to toe
Try'na figure out where I'ma go
All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed
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From pennies, yeah tiga
To a gang of g's
And all my homies go from oz's to key's
On the night of the last rap that I write
Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight
Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight
On the night of my last rap
Africa's gon' be run by blacks
And no where 'round will there be crack
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
And all my tigas gon' bust they guns
And no where 'round where the police come
And check this out
I'ma kick it with khan
Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
Won't be one killin' in the projects
Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X
You will finally get respect
Dis I know, I never guess
On the night of the last rap that I write
I'll be married with a wife
She'll be the special love of my life
But check this out muthafucka, Not tonight
Life, of a desperado
Kick it like soccer, That's my motto
Like a bullet in your gun
My heart stay hollow
Sumthin' to like but not to follow
Yo!
MC's all over will bless the mic
Point two double glocks in the air
Some cats gon' die in they barber's chair
Real rap take to be made of gold
Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold
Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool
All dope deals will even go smooth
The Devil and God gon' have a fight
Check it, head to head
Tiga, toe to toe
Try'na figure out where I'ma go
All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed
Bonify the term ...(?)
From pennies, yeah tiga
To a gang of g's
And all my homies go from oz's to key's
Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight
Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight
On the night of my last rap
Africa's gon' be run by blacks
And no where 'round will there be crack
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
And all my tigas gon' bust they guns
And no where 'round where the police come
I'ma kick it with khan
Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
Won't be one killin' in the projects
Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X
You will finally get respect
Dis I know, I never guess
I'll be married with a wife
She'll be the special love of my life
But check this out muthafucka, Not tonight
Life, of a desperado
Kick it like soccer, That's my motto
Like a bullet in your gun
My heart stay hollow
Sumthin' to like but not to follow
Yo!
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Submitted by
adidasx007 On Jun 15, 2004
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butterflys will turn back to centipeads.
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On the night of the last rap that I write MC's all over will bless the mic Point two double glocks in the air Stunt Caps goin down they barbers chair Real rap take to be made of gold Hot little ho's y'all keep em cold Everywhere, check it out, it'll be cool All dope deals will even go smooth
On the night of the last rap that I write The Devil and God gon' have a fight Check it, head to head Tiga, toe to toe Try'na figure out where I'ma go All non-smokers gon' blaze the weed Butterflies will turn back to centipedes From pennies, yeah tiga To a gang of g's And all my homies go from oz's to ki's
On the night of the last rap that I write Mike Tyson gon' have his greatest fight Knock the little trick out with a left and a right Stevie Wonder even gon' regain his sight
On the night of my last rap Africa's gon' be run by blacks And no where 'round will there be crack Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back And all my tigas gon' bust they guns And no where 'round where the police come
And check this out I'ma kick it with Khan Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god Won't be one killin' in the projects Muslim's will all cry from Malcom-X Hewey'll finally get respect Dis I know, I never guessed
On the night of the last rap that I write I'll be married with a wife She'll be the special love of my life But check this out muthafucka, not tonight Life, of a desperado Kick it like soccer, that's my motto Like a bullet in your gun My heart stay hollow Somethin' to like but not to follow Yo!