Michael Blacston lyrics

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
He be capping
He ain't really doing what he say he rapping
I can get jiggy with this sh*t, Michael Blackston
Your b*tch look bad when I beat it, Michael Jackson

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
[?] I ain't capping
[?] I'm stabbing
My b*tch badder than [?]
Your b*tch an actress, but she look like an actor
You be capping, so we call you a capper
When it come to [?] you the [?]
When it come to being in the field, I'm the captain
[?] talk about the play, John Madin
Bad b*tches, new fashion, rich habbits
Every day I put my hood on, like a jacket

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
He be capping
He ain't really doing what he say he rapping
I can get jiggy with this sh*t, Michael Blackston
Your b*tch look bad when I beat it, Michael Jackson

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
Me and Skilla chilling with 6 b*tches in the villa
We only popping percies, but these freak b*tches want skittles
I said no baby love, take this perc and suck this pickle
But she felt disrespected, so she asked me if it's little
6 inches, but these hoes love me
I can be your friend, don't do marage, can't be no hubby
I won't f*ck her raw, see her kids and they both ugly
[?] my favorite cause we both chubby
Skilla Vandross, and Mr. Packman [?]
[?] Mr. pick a package up on the first
Freaky n*gga, meet a lady [?] make it squert
Slid down, boom bow, man that skat pack don't work
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
He be capping
He ain't really doing what he say he rapping
I can get jiggy with this sh*t, Michael Blackston
Your b*tch look bad when I beat it, Michael Jackson