Lupe Fiasco - You, Me, Him, Her (Freestyle) lyrics

[Lupe Fiasco] Some... snapper is he, in the dirty call me young trapper MD 40 cal gun clapper M-T, none matter, none dapper, son rapper MC 2 much b4 so I chatter simply, over any proteus drum pattern M-P Thru ya pro-tools more duels then? gather round gon be rather lengthy Its all good new pan rapper is me, Nike shoes bandana Fendi Cadillac black like a Bentley, gotta bat never lack young mac a pimpy While u smacks her down I tap her gently, the chitta chatta done got her friendly The game I runs like a lapper indeed, can't catch her breath heart patter quickly Whether grippin a mic or palmin a pistol, I get it well done its medium rare to be so raw in the middle Get little be ghost or gone, I am a lawn u can't post up on, NO Meet with waist I keep toaster on I need more im so close to dawn, I can't be blurred out the fo-cus is on n***a Y'all kids ain't cuttin the di-jon I pull up to ya car like grey poupon rookie Pimpin' in that grey coupe on 20's then I peel off like armed rangers, watch yourself senior's dangerous Whether givin' a whole (hole) or breakin half if I bring the danger shake it fast, truck... full of holes like jason's mask No Mystikal, dont miss wit the cal.. 40 that is shorty that is Dont press ya luck, accelerators what I press in the truck, im so ghetto Elevators ain't lettin u up, I'm a big boy (Big Boi) everybody in love wit Lu, she u and ya cousin too Just caddillac doors and outta mack 4's, old folks turnin cataracts toward'm I'm so hard to see and so hard to be, hey, can u handle traction, push a abraham lincoln or andrew jackson PAID Rogers and hammerstein, n***as turn into dodgers when hammers gleam They dont like the words but they'll honor the magazine, I'm the source of the sh** 44 in my jockey draws I'm the horse of this sh** but my money never short n***as there's no eatin here n***a dont put ya money into forks n***as its a cold cold world dont put ya money into shorts n***as