LORD SUPERB - Can't Outrap Me lyrics

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Can't Outrap Me / Lord Superb[Intro: Lord Superb]Let me tell these niggas how I feelAiyo, it ain't no that, that can outrap me, manNiggas don't do it like I do this shit, manFor real, I do it, man, I do it for meNow I do it for Stack Bundles, I do it for the RiotFar Rock America, we in the muthafucking buildingYa'll niggas hear me? Alright, listenBulletproof the muthafucking booth, I'm bout to go in, listen[Lord Superb]Niggas wanna shoot me up, cuz I got a living roomIn my coupe, plus the roof is cutEven the ashtrays got wood on 'emI'm the nicest nigga alive, I put my hood on itDon't rock my bitch, put my kid on itI'mma ride til I die, die cuz I live for itTell my soldiers bubble the wet, while I'm out in IraqTry to find us an oil connectHaters can't touch us, no, I just tookEverything we had, copped some Russian doughHustlers said I'm on some real bullshit, cuz I got theFiends in the hood calling the block Little BushwickIt's big whips now, cuz it's big flips nowWas a Toys R Us kid, I'm a big kid nowWhen you see me riding clean, with the dope fiend leanKnow soon as I came home, I got dope fiend greenThat's green from the dope fiends, I ain't sniffingI did, six on my head, I ain't snitchingMy Riot Squad niggas is the best hustlersTelling all ya'll little scrappies, we some head bustasTil Stack call, buy all the chipsMake it hot like ya'll in Miami with minksSoon as I come home, I'm bringing my gun homeWatch it pop off, I'mma blow the industry top offI don't need Jacob to get my rocks offPerb is not soft, Perb is hot sauce, muthafuckas[Interlude: Lord Superb]I'm hot sauce, I'm hot sauce, niggaI'm hot sauce, listen, listen[Lord Superb]When you hear the word 'hustler', think of the kidRock star, got a pot stove and sink in my whipCot that Crouching Tiger coke, think of the flipHad to take it off the boat, it was sinking the shipI be looking for a reason to pimp, watch thatEven Michael Jackson think with his dickSo if, Jada's the champ, let him know the boss is hereI handle more boy and girl than foster careThe twenty ten Porsche is here, Jack Frost is hereWho give a fuck about your earrings, I shoot off your earsTruck got a little dents in it, few off this yearAll we do is close deals, and make offers hereRamada music, the booth is like room serviceA million course meals, E pills, and record dealsGrind all that up front money, fuck record salesThousand dollar leather belt, both feet PicassoHad the jewelry and the clothes, I'm looking rich like an oil paintingParty at the house on the hillsPlus the car I drive look like 50 crib on wheelsG'd up, the feet cost six hundredMy clothes prices is high like they get bluntedI dress like I'm a star, but, I amAs for my jewels, they sent my watch in an armored carNiggas on the corner, dope prices getting steepHe hit my shit twice, I thought he was sleepCame up out his knob, wiped his slobLicked the paper, gave that shit a blowjobSaid damn that shit is hard, where you get it from, God?I re-up from the ground, I get it from GodThere's enough to go around, you can get it tomorrowWhat you call that shit, Perb? Bolivian Tar[Outro: Lord Superb]We got it for ya'll niggas, manMeet me by Ralph's, niggaBolivian Tar