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letra de when to stand up - da assassin

(da -ss-ssin)
yo
at birth i was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
the first time i went to stick it up the sh-t hurt
moms wouldn’t take it, the b-tch still hates me
one day she said, “go rake leaves,” i said, “make me!”
i’m proud to announce i was probably the first kid
who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
arguing with me and mom was on-going
she called law enforcement when i broke the lawn mower
the sl-t gave me a truck when i turned sixteen
i went to start it and it screamed, “please fix me!”
back then, when will smith was still the fresh prince
and him and jeff were still best friends, i guess then
i decided to cut cl-ss to rap full time
and get the f-ck outta the fake school and rhyme
anybody who thinks this f-ckin att-tude is a gimmick
come and see me, see if i don’t live up to this image
break sh-t!

(scratched) (4x)
“no…you hear me! you go to h-ll!”

(crazy ray)
yo, y’all rappers have never learned
that’s why i’m f-ckin wit y’all
run around telling people they can f-ck wit crazy ray
i bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom
cause any horror like a playoff lost in game seven
walk around ripping on n-gg-s madder that james evans
my left hand’s sharp it moves freestyle ultra
slap my d-ck like kool keith
f-ck like you stole from me, and rules the streets
i don’t wanna have to f-ck you up, so cool cease
crazy ray be the chosen thug
what i spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
run the streets while you’re stuck at home
my temper like bushwick bill f-cker leave me the f-ck alone
i’ve been jealous since n-gg-s been windmillin’
these cats just started to rhyme, my pen’s spillin’
and moms just told me to act, i’ve been wheelin’
so boy just slow your deck, i’ve been stealin’
i wet rappers cause it’s me and jimmy
i guess i just don’t give a f-ck like jimmy
burglarize take busts with the slugs
come in your window and bustin’ your club
put the heat up i teach these n-gg-z what to suck
and my young lords, when to stand up and light the dutch

(scratching) (4x)
“no…you hear me! you go to h-ll!”

(da -ss-ssin)
i ended my last show with a horse swingin’ a l-sso
drunked with the -sshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
cause i don’t give a f-ck, you better understand that
two zantacs i give a f-ck if i sound whack
billboard, drugs is what i kill for
i’m happy gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form
i’m in to mingle but i plan to stay single
play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
sike, i’m 18; two more birthdays
and i’m blowin my brains out when i’m twenty
as long as my heart beats i’ma keep trying to see
how much speed i can eat before i fall the f-ck asleep
so “i’m the rapper, and he’s the dj”
i’m the one that’s got the six year old nephew screamin “f/u/c/k”
so jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: “no!”)
y’all can kiss my -ss until your lips stick to my pants

(scratched) (5x):
“no…you hear me! you go to h-ll!”

- da assassin

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