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0 to 100/ The Catch Up (Freeverse) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
An ill spitter, rhymes are never dealt quicker
Cuz the message more important than a quick deliver
I give these shots to your liver like a shot of liquor
Before I throw you in a bag and send you up the river
I'm ill, the common cold ain't got shit on me
When I chill my competition, nigga, c'est la vie
That's the way that I was taught, running in these streets
It's Do or Die, but the latter's not an option, B
I came up in this game just to show up punks
Who thought that they were gods when they were really monks
These niggas thought they were dope, but that shit's debunked
That ship is sunk, these rappers failed, I call that a flunk
Ain't no person out here
Wanna listen to those ABCs you got in your ear
So just do it like a ghost, and disappear
Before I cross these streams and turn you into smears
[Bridge]
Zero to one hundred, nigga
Leave you bitches frozen like the tundra, nigga
I got these bars in abundance, nigga
Just in case you was wondering
[Verse 2]
I never needed anybody for me to figure out
What I gotta do to get my momma out
From this roach infested hole that we living in
And put her in a two-floor house
Big yard for your big garden
Pardon your boy, his mind's a little more hardened
Poverty be playing me like an Etch-A-Sketch
Our life savings almost out from this dry stretch
A straight face, no worries, that's the mask I wear
To hide the look I have, that is of despair
My head is in the air, I don't know what to do
To get my money up and cut these bills in two
The people keep telling me I should look for God
But what does God know about working hard?
All powerful with the smarts to boot...
But I'll bet he's never held a job...
Young
An ill spitter, rhymes are never dealt quicker
Cuz the message more important than a quick deliver
I give these shots to your liver like a shot of liquor
Before I throw you in a bag and send you up the river
I'm ill, the common cold ain't got shit on me
When I chill my competition, nigga, c'est la vie
That's the way that I was taught, running in these streets
It's Do or Die, but the latter's not an option, B
I came up in this game just to show up punks
Who thought that they were gods when they were really monks
These niggas thought they were dope, but that shit's debunked
That ship is sunk, these rappers failed, I call that a flunk
Ain't no person out here
Wanna listen to those ABCs you got in your ear
So just do it like a ghost, and disappear
Before I cross these streams and turn you into smears
[Bridge]
Zero to one hundred, nigga
Leave you bitches frozen like the tundra, nigga
I got these bars in abundance, nigga
Just in case you was wondering
[Verse 2]
I never needed anybody for me to figure out
What I gotta do to get my momma out
From this roach infested hole that we living in
And put her in a two-floor house
Big yard for your big garden
Pardon your boy, his mind's a little more hardened
Poverty be playing me like an Etch-A-Sketch
Our life savings almost out from this dry stretch
A straight face, no worries, that's the mask I wear
To hide the look I have, that is of despair
My head is in the air, I don't know what to do
To get my money up and cut these bills in two
The people keep telling me I should look for God
But what does God know about working hard?
All powerful with the smarts to boot...
But I'll bet he's never held a job...
Young
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