Lyrics Thriller - Skooly

Thriller

Glad y’all got
Glad to know what’s going on you know
What time is it
It’s my time
Watch watch out
Pop it this top cork
Drop the top dog
Take her top off
Get my rocks off
Good fellows, not soft
They gonna pop off
In the 9 with it, getting guap dog
Shit can’t stop dog
Shit won’t stop dog
At the top dog, from the block y’ll
Say thy real niggas
But they guap short
You’re a little nigga
You’re a hot dog
From the top of the block looking down dog
Used to come up on the block to hang round, you all
Niggas never gave me shit, didn’t make a sound dog
Niggas could never make me hits
They stole my sound, dog
From where the bottom was
They gave me problems for it
I’m a motherfucking product of environment
This is no motherfucking question
All them niggas bluffing
That’s the end of discussion
Fuck that shit you talking
You ain’t talkin bout no money
I’m trying to get some money to give momma what she wanted
Don’t come in my session
Man, I promise you not wanted
I’m trying my best not to just fuck up my opponent
Lord, have mercy on them
Lord, have mercy on them
Lord, have mercy on them
Lord Lord Lord
Lord have mercy on them
Lord Lord
Lord Lord Lord
Have mercy on them
Lord Lord Lord
Have mercy on them
I won’t show no mercy homie
I been hurting too long
This where I belong
I’ve been broke too motherfucking long, bro
To do your ass a favor on a song, bro
I ain’t gonna tell your ass what I went through
Okay, I come from the slums, come landrum arms
Back and forth to Holly Ridge
That’s where daddy was
Okay, jumped off the porch on Bankhead fore I was legal
Cedar South, my brother Jimmy black and demo