PANIC ROOM! lyrics

[Intro]
It's alright

[Verse 1]
Hit to work with the Chucks, young Mr. Miyagi
Put your worth on my bucks, I'm catching a body
We doing him sloppy, n*ggas be pasting my style (Cool)
We cuttin' the copy, original don dada
My pop was a zombie, when I tour I feel like Booty Talk 17
I been walking dead for too long, for too many seasons
n*ggas be buggin' at Peggy, too wrong for too many reasons
I'm just trying to get a bag up (Facts)
Rappers in this industry, creatively in handcuffs (Damn)
When I scream out "cracker" I be shakin' out the dandruff (Sheesh)
Shave my head at night 'fore I start working on my stanzas
Kegels, gotta keep this pus*y tight
It's passion, this style got no sequels, Peggy found no equals
I'm runnin' through these packs 'til I find a beat as good as people
Give that b*tch an elbow
How Peggy only five-ninе with sticks as big as diesel?
My puppies told mе feed you, these bulldogs, they gon' eat you
All doggies die at point range, this flick ain't got no sequel
You joke like Key and Peele do
Banana clips gon' peel you
Monkey business to major moves
Put him in the sky where the angels groove
Sucka-ass n*gga, I ain't playin' with you
Damn, boy, who claimin' you?
Why your n*ggas ain't stay with you?
This ACOG got wicked zoom
Got these n*ggas lookin' like panic room
Yeah, I got these n*ggas lookin' like panic room, yeah
[Verse 2]
Okay, karma is a funny b*tch, she gonna find you and
All the things you said ran through my head like t.A.T.u. and
You ain't gotta act like you ain't scared, get comfortable
No, I don't want your consent, n*gga I'ma pull this di*k on you
No, we ain't gon' work it out, ho, do I look like Stacker 2?
If he do me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible
Take two, De La Soul, rollin' by and scrape you, ha
That's for thinking that we was cool, ha (Brrt)
Caught this n*gga without a tool, huh
Baby, you're looking like a fool, hm