You Can Catch Me In The Hood, Up To No Good, With That Mac Like Right Beside Me, I ain't Buying No N**gas, Eyeing My Figures, Deprive Me Of My Life, Try me, I'mma Rip Up Tissue, Homie I won't Miss You, This'll Be The Day That You Dying, N**ga I'm Violent, You Hearing The Sirens, Once That A** Silenced For F**kin' With Me, N**ga I'm Violent, 'cause I'm So Tired Of These Wannabe Riders Tryna Touch Obie, 'cause N**ga I'm Violent!
Hat Match The Jacket, Jack Match The Glove, Glove Match The Mack To Send N**gas Above, All Black When His F**got A** Acts Up, When The Boys interrupt Them Haters Can't Wait To Duck, Cause When I Buck I Leave A Peep Hole In His Face, They Peep "O" In The Place, Then They Get A Bad Taste In They Mouth, Runnin' His Lip I Pull That "Ouch" Off My Hip Commence To Spit, I'm Too Grown For This, But They Tend To Back To When Ya Known, For Riff Raff, That'll Be His A**, F**kin' With This Cat!
use of call-and-response vocals
a deep voice
a tight kick sound
acoustic drum samples
a slow moving bass line
ambient synth textures
a highly synthetic sonority
a dry recording sound
radio friendly stylings
lyrics by a respected rap artist
production by a famous producer
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