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FORT MINOR lyrics : "Dolla"

(feat. Styles Of Beyond)


Yeah, like that Y'all
Uh huh, whoo, like that
Fort Minor, S.O.B.

Yeah, like this, listen

Attention please, I only need a second

To make a mental impression directly on any record so
Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's
Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending

Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom
And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me
I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry

I'm back with fury, attack quickly
Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your %#@! man
You never knew the flow was sick as this

(*##$, listen when I'm letting you know
Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got
Got a clique full of $$#holes, I kid you not

So when that mixtape's done and that album drops
Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it

You still breathing? I'm @@#!ing and squeezing
Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a $#&@ who sees it

Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave
For three $#&@ing weeks 'til you reek like dog waste
Ugh, really, I put a punk in his place

Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face
Got something to say? Please, better keep it a secret
The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, (*##$

So eat %#@!, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
Getting faded telling people to suck it
Bucking 'em down for real while you $#&@ing around

I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills
So how does it feel? You lames want to claim my throne
You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone

Good luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy
Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky

Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in
You got a nice watch but your raps are useless

You better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses
And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon %#@!
I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun

Just to spit bleach in his face
It's lunchtime punk, open the face
Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth

Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode
Like Angels and Demons unlocking DaVinci's Code
One drop in the cannister, people split the globe

Blowing every planet to %#@! once I hit the road
You in the tight (*##$, cut you with apathy
I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy

So kick that %#@! sound and let the west coast see
One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B.

[Green Lantern:]
That's right, Fort Minor
We Major, Mike Shinoda, S.O.B.

Heavy Guard, Machine Shop, Linkin Park
You know, man, this is an...

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