Jon Connor - Michiganish lyrics

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Jon Connor - Michiganish lyrics

[Intro] (Scratches) Warning! Kuniva never play those games You Don't wanna start problems with a real one Kuniva never play those games [Verse 1: Kuniva] Cheif Rocking as long as the beat knocking I'm with it Spittin' that Phil Jackson to b**hes shaking hoes off the pivot (The monster is back) stomp on a track conquering rap Head honcho with gats I'll wet you keep your poncho intact Street talk n***a, see me they like he bout figures Sponsor hoes take my endorsement back, Reebok n***a Still you playing games I ain't with the charades You throw me under a bus I throw you on top of a grenade You gots to go, attitude chilly frosted yo Put a beautiful a** chick in the hospital East Detroit in the backdrop, Mac's pop leaving cats shot Strap across my legs like a laptop, I'm RIDING Niva's the truth hanging from the right side of the coup In person, you ain't the same guy I'm hearing in that booth So ease back before it gets tragic I spit graphic Detroit's most wanted but loved like kilpatrick [Bridge] (Scratches) Warning! Jon Connor.. Connor the wrong n***a to size up (Scratches) This sound.. This sound.. This sound like Michigan don't it? [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Y'all sweeter then candy canes and candy rain, I'ma make it very plain Bury lames, by k**ing these verses certain with every aim While you was out serving these hoes I was f**ing Mary Jane Rarely Sane, crazy I probably should be restrained Dipped the pen in coke when I wrote this to make sure it's the dopest You can't picture my mind frame, Cos' you n***as ain't focused Notice the commotion everytime that I go through the motions Beat the track til' it's rolling, n***a this Savage and Hogan n***a you average you know it, this sound like Michigan don't it? It sound like Russian roulette with a tek and a gun fully loaded It's just exploded (Bang!), You get nothing less than what you expected n***as kept sleeping on me now and now I'm peace where they resting Y'all better wise up, Connor the wrong n***a to size up Murder verses listen as this one getting his eyes shut My lines screw with your brain call that a mind f** Dismember contenders, n***a as soon as they line up, Connor [Bridge] (Scratches) Warning! Boldy James They not serious Warning! Boldy James (Scratches) [Verse 3: Boldy James] I.O.U it's only us, Who the f** is that So when I'm coming through, move of my f**ing way As a young in used to move ounces up the way And put heron with heron and a bunchy yay Now all I do is bag it up then I send it Down the way trying to stay out the way of the widgets World watches, tapping on my gadgets and my gidgets What I'm pouring is active as syphyllis On this grimace with a guitar, Tipping on fo fo's living life sprite remixes Chopped and screwed get rocked like I like my j**el, f** around and ice these b**hes Bunch of Miss Americas in a pageant full of pussies, where the f** did you find these n***as? While I'm spinning up this nine piece dinner on the real and every n***a beside me a k**er [Bridge] (Scratches} Warning! Guilty Simpson.. I make up beef and break up teeth Warning! I'm a walking hazard, Yo Guilty Simpson! [Verse 4: Guilty Simpson] I smack piss outta these sh**ty rappers And punch sh** out of them when they get pissed off I'm something like a clique boss I'm from where criminals shoot, over simple disputes Used to collect, Timbaland boots When I get ticked off Now I collect souls, and add to the d**h toll These fruits will turn vegetable, when I do a lame extra bold My aim is extra cold, And I don't hold My heat to the side neither, Nah Witness the live feeder Pa**ing out plates of justice, sharp as a mind reader I target your prime leader And go primate, flow irate, hoes gyrate While i take, the floor and give my take Gorilla tactics with my apes, What!

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