Reks - Pulp Fiction lyrics

[Intro sample:] "Now, I know you think you're smart. See, cause you got all those flashy clothes, you got that big car there. You got all them black b**hes working for ya. . ." "You forgot about the white one." [Verse One: Termanology] Listen baby, go get outta them Dungarees I leave your a** stranded up in the telly 'fore you front on me I'm one of a kind, no same like a snowflake No shame in my game I'll put cut in the whole cake I'll have you bleeding like you got an uppercut from that fluffy stuff Good thing I ain't puffing dust when I'm pouring up Cause I'm hustler / mathematician I'm bagging women that look like Halle Berry in the mirror I'll chop a pill up and give it to a chicken till she hiccup Get up Little s*ut, keep your motherf**ering head up This ain't no Pulp Fiction, girl so don't go dying on me I got the iron on me and police spying on me It could be worse, my daughter, grandma could be crying on me In the middle of the street, with a sheet, lying on me But I'm a legend, I'mma live to be 111 Getting more love than the reverend when I be representing [Interlude] "Now I'm going to warn you. But only one time. See, they told us that you were a trouble maker. That you're no good, that you don't know how to get along with people. . " [Verse Two: Termanology] What can I tell you? You know it's Hell when I come through f** spitting a punchline at you, I'd rather punch you A pimp getting paper when the p**y is good And a hustler get paper went it weigh what it should So do your sh** right I see my name up in big lights My sh**'s tight so several parties, I had to fistfight I mix white when sh**'s trife Pitch right through midnight Brothers are slanging kidney's in the ghetto, how is this life? Reefer and sneaker money Be making people hungry I think your technique is funny You sniffing perico money? Whatever's whatever buddy, take down my number From sunup to sundown our mothers buzz me before you come up I'm in the Lawrence building I look like the Carter building I got no regards for children I'll sell you embalming fluid Let's do it, I'll prove it You 'fore me yet I'll move it I felt like I'm cruising and make a k**ing before I'm through Let's go [Interlude] "You better listen to him boy. If you don't something nasty is going to happen to you." "Man, move over and let me pa** before they have to be pulling these Hush Puppies out your motherf**ing a**!" [Verse Three: Reks] Sick of the remedy, need Martin, Malcolm and Kennedy Kicking k**er delivery making n***as a memory Mentally in Miami trees, 70, baby breathe Life into these bars, bring d**h to each and all broads s**ing my slong long Hours in the showers And the powers wanna lock up for keeping the party rocking He be knocking out the speakers, her p**y leaking my semen Sister think he a demon for creeping award tours Lord knows I be f**ing these hoes Never loving these hoes A couple nuts and then go I'm out the door Shortfyuz, I abuse these dudes My bars better You can get her in the mood, I'm getting her drawers wetter Y'all scared of Termanology, Reks You know they bars is the best Explode from the chest is what you call a bomb threat Pump fist for inciting a riot Move over let me pa** Or get them Hush Puppies up in ya a** I don't buy it You don't want beef, you n***as weak Heart pump Kool-Aid so sweet Drake, Common Fake rhyming, b**h paid homage I stay shining, can't waste time in the streets A n***a keep climbing [Outro] "Guns and dope are being sold to school children everyday." "It's alright... it's real bad out there."