Hot 97 Freestyle
Action Bronson
(Fuck, ah) yeah, I might be chubby but
I'm gorgeous in the face
Things are going well
Hope I don't catch that fuckin' case
I could get on some other shit
And send you to that place
Fifty for the shooter, a hundred for my steak
Your life ain't worth a steak
I keep the rifle in the cape
To be on top with the title will be my fate
Don't make no mistakes
Mommy, you see me? Everything's a movie
I jump in the jacuzzi with that green Coogi
The plane lift up, it's like that body, boy
Chain lift up
Crimes committed with no hiccups
Ah! That thing thing
Shred your stomach like sit-ups
You'll never sit up or shit from your butt
They say I'm crazy and deranged, but fuck
I can handle that
I crack the whip right from the camels back
My head is wrapped like Yasser Arafat
And I don't sleep no more
It's only fuckin' power naps
It's so easy to be looked over
I never look sober
Look through the eyes of a soldier
I look fly in a Rover
Lions and cobras, keep the iron in the toga
Send a message, leave you lying over
Bitches crushing on the kid so
Now they flying over
Half of the world to get wrapped up in pearls
Just like the Queen of England, I stay wavy
Mercedes color, Wayne Brady, it's me baby
Please baby ain't nobody taking my spot
That's on my mother, kid
Cross my heart and hope to die
That's on some other shit
This motherfuckin' kid be coveted
Different types of silks is
What I'm covered with baby I'm lovin' it
Your boy is hotter than an oven mitt
If I was broke then you'd
Be running your shit
Poke your kidney with the knife
I cut the onion with
Then poach your kidneys with
Some onions and shit it's me
Left, right, ayo I've never been a plaintiff
Ever what, what
Whati don't fuck with this I'm done
My lawyer tackle the case like
He play for the Ravens
So I stuff 'em with cheese like a Danish
Damn I crave paper, catch me
Later at the Laker game, i bet a grip
On the Knicks, carmelo sweating on my kicks
Cause I'm court side this time the good way
"I'm a free man" that's what I should say
Nobody holding me back except myself
That's what I feel like
Peeling a five, now I'm feeling the
Vibe, hand on the wheel, drugs in my eyes
Money in my mind
I think about it all the time
Cause there was a time I never had shit
Now I got shit it's like magic
All these cars in front of the
Crib look like a Porsche pageant
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