StreetLife - Aqui Mando Yo lyrics

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StreetLife - Aqui Mando Yo lyrics

[Chorus: Phil Anastasia] Yeah, doing that sh**, my way Yes, yes, ya'll, ain't no want it Yeah, doing that sh**, we say Yes, yes, ya'll, we ain't frontin' [Phil Anastasia] Bunch of wannabe gangstas, thinking drama is cool I do what's necessary, momma didn't raise no fool From Pinocchio school, leaving DNA trails In your wifey's fallopian tubes, ruin your marriage You walk around with my baby in your carriage Comes to rapping, I'm like Afrin, clearing out a pa**iage In your nose cavity, get it cracking Phil Anastasia, alias Cletus Kasady Carnage, a k**a villain down with Victor Von Doom Still dropping iller sh**, until Gorilla Monsoon Hit you with the boom, gonna sue 'em These f*ggot MC's need to give the kid some room CUz I was getting dusted, tripping on e Buggin' on shrooms, f**ing with goons It's Looney Tunes and a Disney Afternoon More style then Vidal Sa**oon, pants down Ape sh**, a** hanging out, straight baboon I catch a break soon, or watch when I get pinched For starting up a life of being e, like the Grinch I take a wrench to ya mug, give you a Mona Lisa smile If the good die young, then I should be here for a while [Chorus] [Hook: Phil Anastasia] A yes yes ya'll, and you don't stop Mr. Phil Anastasia, coming off top A yes yes ya'll, and you don't quit Muthaf**as keep talking that sh** A yes yes ya'll, and you don't stop Phil Anastasia, streetlife and big Rock A yes yes ya'll, tear it up in this b**h Muthaf**as keep talking that sh** [Streetlife] I came through with the Wu, jumped off Meth back Hopped off of that, cuz I started making tracks hot Coming for the number one spot, yeah, why not? I got respect on the block, and my guns bust Never had much, so a lost is nothing We can shoot it back, double or nothing n***a, you just good for nothing, I'mma show you What an MC should be, without the gimmicks Just straight lyrics, my words is vivid, tear any eye Catch me on the fly, sky's the limit Watch me take flight, never tossing my gun You want Street? I'm in the slums, man, you know where to come If you want some of this hot sh**, my voicebox is toxic We lock the blocks and pop locks like locksmith Yo, I got this, Park Hill, we rock this Phil Anastasia, go cop this [Hook II: Phil Anastasia (Streetlife) {Rock}] A yes yes ya'll (you don't stop) (I pop shots, Streetlife, I make the block hot) A yes yes ya'll (I might flip) Muthaf**as keep talking that sh** A yes yes ya'll {Rock, man, god dammit} {I'm the best ya'll, I been said it, ya'll} A yes yes ya'll {Don't test, I got it on my hip} Muthaf**as keep talking that sh** {Come on} [Rock] Listen, if good mean bad ---- I'm terrible Unbarable, here with a few grizzly bears, handsomeble We inparable, sh** these f**as can do it You history cla**, out to get cut, I'm the truest You bout to have me hopping out a few drips Clean, smooth, quick, punch out your toothes I'm old school wit it, yet I'm so brand new wit it Eat your food from the real to ya toe food, n***as This ain't real, beef? Have your whole crew snitch A first n***a move, I'mma do him like his coach do, bench you His old crew'll miss him, but the four-four won't though It'll hit you somewhere, skull leg, gut torso Might hit you on your hand, but a finger coming off though I show you grocery, without no bonus though, homey I'm off the man, Rocko, a Mag Force Gang Boot Camp, that mean I got soldiers and gats going bang [Hook] + [Hook II] [Chorus]

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