| Listen bitch
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| Better tread lightly, I put 'em to bed nightly
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| You’ll never see me tired, and losing is less likely
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| I got the haters mad because their chick is my next wifey
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| (Keep talking) I don’t care if i got your respect, bite me
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| Y’all think that people up and Connecticut can’t rap
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| Well watch as me and Ap' go and put an end to that
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| While these other rappers counting their chickens before they hatch
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| I said fuck it, and made them over easy with some hash
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| (Oh My God he’s on the drugs again) Urine so dirty
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| Only at my local deli am I going cold turkey
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| So much musical knowledge they’re asking if I went to Berklee
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| Leaving third degree burns on the microphone until they heard me
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| I roll around with eighteen birdies, and I ain’t playing golf
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| Just them Kit-Kat bitches, I got to break them off
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| Got them breathing heavy as Vader giving a monologue
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| Mazel-tov, Wolf in the game, you just a common dog
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| I don’t even care
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| My name be ringing bells like Hector Salamanca with dynamite in his wheelchair
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| So get right, C. Webby is dead nice
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| You don’t know me so trust me bitch, just tread light
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| If you don’t know me, you better tred light
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| Oh you people got a lot to say, well okay step up to the mic
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| (Step, Step up, Step up)
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| But you ain’t my homie, so i’m not gonna play nice
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| All I need is sixteen bars, swear to God I could end your life
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| (Take that motherfuckers)
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| Shatter matter, at a rate the fake evaporate
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| Evacuate the wake, then lay the body, I decapitate
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| I take the head, take you to the hood of my whip
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| Foot on the metal wood and grip, floating like a wooden ship
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| Shouldn’t shitty rappers ask us permission to rhyme?
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| Permission declined, the mics booby trapped with fishing line
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| Finna' shine since a fetus, I can see the finish line
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| Vicious mind, victims lying in blood when I split your spine
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| Now I’m spying on these bitches showing tithes on vine
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| Looking pretty, hoes pose in front of Hollywood signs
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| If it comes to Me and You, you lose every time
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| I been deadly with the rhymes since Nirvana Nevermind
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| Never whine, never crying, never dying, I’m designed
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| Out of iron, I’m a lion, I’m defined as divine
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| I’m Allah, I’m Jehovah, Amen-rah, I’m a soldier
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| I’m a boulder-moving mutant, super human, shit its over
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| Supernova, super soaker full of acid, I’m blasting
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| I’m blacking out, passing out laughing at the fact that you rapping
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| I’m rapidly cracking you crackers into cabbages for bragging
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| I’m body bagging hoes, y’all shorter then Bilbo Baggins
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| If you don’t know me, you better tred light
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| Oh you people got a lot to say, well okay step up to the mic
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| (Step, Step up, Step up)
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| But you ain’t my homie, so i’m not gonna play nice
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| All I need is sixteen bars, swear to God I could end your life
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| (Take that motherfuckers) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tread Lightly , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album The Black Lodge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп