Vintage - Mighty Mouse Trap Rap (M.M.T.R) lyrics

Some of y'all act hard, but you really ain't got no thug in you Wonder who put that drug in you, buggin' bruh co*k 1000 Mississippi, you pussies still ain't got to the poppin' maine sh** talking and walking, what you talking maine, stop it maine A philosopher with street antiquate educated rhetoric elevated I'm slated to be the unders greatest You never heard about word of mouth Gossip girls herb em out, on the pearls, heard about, no doubt Fabrication in segments, hate that you n***as faking The papers you making, eye contact, now I'm at your hand shaking Waking rappers back up to reality, rather be quality over quantity Honestly, half of these actors be drag queens Others is caffeine, quick shop disc, chop Just give me my hip hop Back to the basics, I take it away from the fake sh** Wrong pill, talking matrix, b**h Hook (repeated x2) Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade away Give a f** what n***as say, ok, ok I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you What happened to the real sh** dog When you really could feel sh** dog n***as frauds, b**hes is rapping they rappin' n***a's broads Dog, give back my lyrics cause, in the blood feel it Ain't no gang type sh**, this spreading the love Penitentiaries pack us, in the hand cuffs Enough to drive a man mask gloves Pocka, pocka, blus, talking in god we trust And the mighty dollar lust While we stuck betties riding patties to county for us Yeah, just the way it is, way it was, way it will forever be Till the end of these cubs, no longer give me buzz Hold on to memory out, asking Sean Trevor Troy, M.O.K. above Stay that biggy, pay for emc and emciing And homies pray, so that they also leaving When they've no escape, no more sour on the plate f** the haters, let em hate, make it at your own pace player! Hook (repeated x2) Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade away Give a f** what n***as say, ok, ok I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you n***a this, n***a that, n***a juke upon that your fitted cap Better go get that wig and tac, you don't know where to get rid of that Weirdos getting tears, don't got no sk**s for real, don't really rap Here go that, whole share go slap, her lips on dick from pills in fact Young n***as just like you so, riding dick to get the dough Hugs and kisses x and o, tic tac toe that's backio Rap before was bout to flow, dope a** be the k**er show Common called y'all n***as, still actin like you k**er dope Music just don't feel no more, music just ain't ill no more Music ain't really real no more, y'all real housewife MTV shows Ass, a**, a**, a**, a**, a** - really though? Kirko Bang on my brain, love the chain wearing blow MTV raps, you sugar-coat Nicki minaj silicone, what type of sh** you b**hes on Some of these [?] he'll be my son, some of these raps and some of these poems Some of these don't and some belong, Gotta get the picture clear, gone! Hook (repeated x2) Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade away Give a f** what n***as say, ok, ok I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you