No More Worries Lyrics

You don't have to worry any longer

Yo, wait a damn minute

Listen to the way the man spin it

Even with improper diction

I split in and gets ends

I'm lettin' suckas know

I'm fin ta buck a bro

The nigga figga he can dust a pro

'Fessional I test a fool

I get a tool and beat him wit it

He didn't see me wit it

And this is what I'ma do, tie the crime to you

Niggas need to find a new rhyme to do

I remember when I used to grind a few

Indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School

But I told the Dean, "Bye, fool"

I graduated, he was a man I hated

And I'm glad I made it, Hie-ro, I know, you know

Fools know that my crew's so phat

If niggas try to jack then I know they got my back

A-Plus must bust the wack

I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit

So peep the style and learn how to freak shit

I hope ya learn how ta cope

By the time you peep this shit here

I'll be three times doper

Yeah, this is for the trendy G's

To ya bitches and High School enemies

All the hoes shoot me to the left and shit

'Cause my financial state was on deficit

But I really didn't trip, now I'm livin' phatter

And then niggas don't matter

A lot a rappers try frontin' on me

Bet they ain't got nuttin' on me

And ain't no way that buck can harm me

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Niggas locked onto me like my follicles

I swallow fools with no regurgitation

We hurt ya face, men when ya placed in my path

I bust asses, ya slow like molasses

As this continues then you know the fastest

Computing, looting, I gets the root of things

Bitches with problems, I leave ya jaw numb

I slap hoes, my rap goes along

With the flow of the song as I flow on the bong

I use Jedi mind tricks to find tricks, bind tricks

Tie them up then I try and fuck

Then they die and what do I care?

I dare hoes and prepare flows

'Cause I never spare those lives

Who strives with knives and slice

I paralyze ya twice with fear

Del is nice to your ears

Not of hardest, artists going far jack off from Jupiter

Because I'm shooting for the stars

I'm a mack, never come wack

Gimme a 30 second snippet I'll rip it because the shit gets deeper

Creep ya ass as the floor rocks

We got the beat hittin' hard like four cops

Shorts out my last record

I write my rhymes nekkid, let me give you a tip

I'm on the balls so just expect it

My rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids

They tried to step and got fucked like they momma did

By the Mr. Mostskill, I did ya hoe, still

She's askin' for waxin' 'cause she heard a hoe squeal

Hoes, I'm getting more plays than Showtime

The demon got ya screamin' with no shine

No time for regular run of the the mill

I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers

Never no more the soul soldier