Black and White movie - Middle Finger Attitude lyrics

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Song by American Cream Team<br /><br>

[Rhyme Recca]<br>

You rather put your head in a lions mouth, they call me out<br>

I don't play games, I put a torpedo in your scout<br>

You never sold shit, never stole shit<br>

Get in a video and front like you hold shit<br>

You playing a role that been on file a hundred times<br>

Coming around with the same gun running rhymes<br>

I read your rap sheet, you ain't never did a crime<br>

Never cocked the nine, never did no federal time<br>

What's the deal baby? You act stupid, but you ain't crazy<br>

Bottomline that scarface shit don't amaze me<br>

Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows<br>

U.F.O.'s get wet the fuck up like H20<br>

You move too slow, bang thirty seconds behind<br>

Run if you want, fuck up, that ass is mine<br>

Play the game, learn the rules or you're bound to lose<br>

Everything is everything, it's a storm nigga<br>

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[Chorus 2x: Rhyme Recca]<br>

Middle finger attitude, fuck you and your crew<br>

Got connects, glocks and techs, bulletproof vests<br>

You don't want conflict, beef with us, you're stressed<br>

We the wrong ones to test, lay that ass to rest<br>

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[Chip Banks]<br>

Niggas is crazy to me, I'm the cat, you rhyme about in your raps<br>

Handicaps, sound like me, how much cocaine you sold?<br>

How many grams did a kilo?<br>

And how many Columbians from Santa Fe do you know, papa?<br>

If you was in the mix, what was your price in 86 and<br>

I wanna know what type of stamps on your bricks, dicks<br>

A lot of these niggas out here is like chicks<br>

Same ol' shit, same lame shit<br>

Mr. Santana, Cream Team number, you know<br>

To my Spanish people I be numero uno<br>

Ya niggas better chill out, 'fore you get me mad up in here<br>

Pulling out mill' out, I don't care to spill out<br>

Keep my tech oiled up, cuz I'm not an amateur<br>

Bullets getting caught up in your chamber, they could damage ya<br>

Niggas see me in here smilin<br>

Yea but I'm real enough to break New York from Fantasy Island<br>

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[Chorus 2x]<br>

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[Baby Thad]<br>

Yea, I hear you barkin, but are you really being felt?<br>

You're soft as cream puff, callin your code bluff<br>

Meantime between time, we pack<br>

Gee-stacks and key-lines we stack<br>

Sad rappin, get you delivered up the river<br>

Slipperiest nigga, sliver, snake sliver<br>

La caja fall, winter made gentlemen<br>

Pussycats all small talk and no walks<br>

Try not to focus on jokers, we wrote this<br>

Mediocre thugs, full of hocus-pocus<br>

Disappear, huh? Reappear underground<br>

Cold and layin stiff like vultures<br>

Got your car pulled, you're queer, you're weak<br>

Shakin and shivering, scared to speak<br>

Ran through tons of herbs, huh?<br>

You get smacked, silly, be quiet, mums the worth<br>

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[Chorus 4x]<br>

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