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Knock Knock

Add-2

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Tekst piosenki
[Produced By: Khrysis] [Hook: Add-2] Knock knock (who's there?) Where we at? (over here) [Verse 1: Add-2] They say that the flow sinking in poison like Michael Bivins Ronnie and Ricky tell Bobby the New Edition is Add-2 Nigga who flow is colder than Michigan Competition can swim in whatever river the fish is in I got lines like the coke head fisherman This the frame of mind that they couldn't put a picture in Might as well join us cause the chances of you beatin' us Slimmer than James Jr., [?] like [James Sr.?], nigga Tell Khrysis it's about to be a crisis Almighty like Isis, sit 'em high as Christ is Mean on these mic devices, I'm mean but I'm still the nicest I'm mean with a sixteen, when a teen is gettin' a license Nigga, call me glue cause you stuck with me Turn critics mute, can't [?] nobody out here can fuck with me I'm from the 'Go, I be schemin' on your ho Have her tell me that she comin' like I'm waiting at the do' [Hook] [Verse 2: Add-2] I'm back when these cats slacking, this pattern is all [mat?] These rappers do not matter they little bitches like Madeline Add-2 is the one, as simple as mathematics You better tell em to step or they leaving redder than kappas Or, redder than Vader's saber Since I mighta been planning on living major Homie I got flows that I drop that could stop foes And havin' these niggas runnin' like rascals, snot nose Don't trust these hoes, they'll marry ya and they bury ya Speed it up, these hoes'll marry and bury ya This is lyrical rap, [?] on the [run?] Crowd squintin' like Pookie New Jack back smokin' the rock They told me clean up the flow but I ain't needing a mop I put the verse to [?] bumping like small pox in your stereo Throwing out fire like I'm Mario, burial, bringing flowers I'll (ooh!) kill 'em like Terio Kill 'em like Terio [Hook] [Verse 3: Sundown] Ding dong ditchin', I been pitching methamphetamine Walter White at my height, I'm making it rain I was too hyped, the Heisenberg slow ice for blue pill swallowers I'm resurrecting everything I buried in my last year Knock knock the pop lock fiends Get an extra lung to breathe, they been smoking all my best pieces Jesus Christ and I sacrifice for the game and yo The [?] no surer flow for the two bolts Load them up to the top, just to weigh me on a scale Next the heavyweight dope shit, teeter-tot a fat kid Lopsided close knit familia The plot won't flow without my flow, boat sink to the bottom in the undertow They can't fuck with the team Asphyxiate the big nun and play Sun never It's Milton Bradley and I passionately passed up that bullshit to play it smart And I been gamin' on the game, understand my name S-U-N We gon' spin one out my revolutionary next of kin Young killa, no shit for filla Still on my zone I drop a bomb like Flex and let my competition check my tone [Hook]
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