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Fed Up (remix W, Guru)


by House of Love. Buy album CD: She Paints Words In Red


I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches
The dough that you're making has got you fronting and faking
Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like bacon
Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet
And now it's my turn kid watch me churn
There's only so many spots they're had to earn
Pack it up pack it in
So let me begin
Don't make me have to smack your dumb ass into a head spin
You're left in suspense from the aura of my presence
Trying to get props under false pretense
You wanna say something but you're not sure
If I'm a dis ya cause you're not pure
Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda
If you had game you still couldn't get over
I know your crew's gotta be crazy weak
Cause I can judge them by the company they keep
Way deep is how I get into this rap thing
While you're napping I got your chick's titties flapping
She's asking for me to hit her off lovely
I'm a slay all you punks like as if I was ...
When you sell out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in some classes
All you curve pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I dropped too much acid
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid
While you busy ragging on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many days have you fasted
Chorus
Get up I'll break ya down a little something
I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
Get up I'll break ya down a little something
I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
Hey what's that sound don't turn around
To your back I got the grey ground
Hard for you chumps that act odd
The ones faking jacks packing guns acting hard
But let's suppose you really had a burner
You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder I'm a just kill your ego
Cause we know that you ain't really got no people
Murdering a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me jack
Eeny meeny miney moe
I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow
Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show
Cause I know and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the Muslim
Shalom to the Hebrew
Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my life I'm my only friend
There's a killer on the road money it's the end
And you might think that I'm a dummy
But while you're out at the spot I'm home chilling with your honey
I kicks flavor
Like Steven King I write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you're best to follow
Or you'll be left along the road in the dust
And me and you won't have too much to discuss
Trust me I be the gifted unlimited
Too many of these rappers blowing up because of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you ain't never pulled the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger more than liquor
I get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I dealt ya'll
Ready to fuck with me so boy you better stop
Cause I'm a beat your ass like your pops
Get the real estate money and then the props
Chorus
Lyrics submitted by: mikE'97



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Album: She Paints Words In Red (2013) Lyrics
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  1. A Baby Got Back On Its Feet
  2. Beef Jerky
  3. Black Jesus
  4. Choose Your Poison (Remix)
  5. Come And Get Some Of This
  6. Commercial 1
  7. Commercial 2
  8. Danny Boy, Danny Boy
  9. Ends
  10. Eye Dream
  11. Fed Up (remix W, Guru)
  12. Fed Up Remix
  13. Guess Who's Back
  14. Hemingway
  15. Holy River
  16. House And The Rising Son
  17. House Of Pain And The Rising Sun
  18. I Got The Knack
  19. I'm A Swing It
  20. It Aint A Crime (Uk Remix)
  21. Jump Around [Pete Rock Remix]
  22. Keep It Comin'
  23. Killa Rhyme Klik
  24. Legend
  25. Legend (Extended Mix)
  26. Legend (Lethal Dose Remix)
  27. Lost In The Blues
  28. Low Black Clouds
  29. Money Man
  30. Never Again
  31. Never Missin' A Beat
  32. On Point (Lethal Dose Remix)
  33. One For The Road
  34. PKR
  35. Punch Drunk
  36. Reachin' Out
  37. Runnin' Up On Ya
  38. Same Old Game
  39. Shamrocks And Shenanigans
  40. Shamrocks And Shenanigans (Boom Shalock Lock Boom)
  41. Shamrocks And Shenanigans (Boom Shalock Lock Boom/Butch Vig Mix)
  42. She Paints Words In Red
  43. Sunshine Out Of The Rain
  44. That's What It Is
  45. The Rhythm (featuring Ice-T, Donald D & Diva)
  46. Third Stone From The Sun
  47. Top O' The Morning To Ya
  48. Trouble In Mind
  49. What It's Like
  50. What's That Smell?
  51. Where I'm From
  52. While I'm Here
  53. Who's The Man
  54. Womb To The Tomb
  55. Work Is Bond

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