U Got A Problem?

Yeah, come see this **

Come see this ol' light-skinned **

I seen him and I'm addicted

Disturbing tha Peace is the clique

Please tell these fake-** **s who you are

I be that ** named Luda

Alert!

alert!

it's the ATLien intruder

College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler

I Jam 'til they Def, they call me Slick ** the Ruler

Women, indeed!

Keep yo' eyes closed

'Bow blows, come on out them clothes, hoes

Low-pros, low blows, watch out for the po-pos

And I chose to be that number-one contender

Southern offender, ** up your whole agenda

When I walk, you try to run, when I run, you try to hide

You skate at the snap of my fingers, call me Golden Glide

It's you and I, do or die, who am I?

I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm Sly

Oh, why try?

You one of them **s that like to cheat death

And I'm one of them **s

That rip out Excursions 'til there's no seats left

You ** out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths

While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

Who, that ** 'Cris?

Aww, that **'s aight

That ** can't ** with me, though!

Let me get on the mic

**, who the ** are you, **?

I be that ** Bronze Bridges

Players wanna ball but go on strike 'cause of my pitches

They think I want they **

But I don't want no pigeons, yeah, pigeons can scrub my dishes

And y'all don't want no scrubs 'til y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in school detention and'll never come out

Man, I'll cut your achilles tendon and put a sock in your mouth

'Cause we the ** in the South, Fate know what I'm talking about

You see we Jack and we Daniel, y'all Earl and Ralph

4-Ize, twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames

Not even Joshua can come to war with these games

These ** **s is lame and comin' down with the rain

You all wet behind the ears but it's a drought in your brain

And that's the simple and plain mayne, three-W dot, shhhh...

Man, that dude Luder's got some hotter-than-hot shhh...

Well sh-sh-sh-shut the ** up

Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the ** up

Hold on man, hold on, lil buddy

Y'all talkin 'bout shorty, man?

Shorty up at the radio station, man?

Shorty be popping, man!

I'm saying, let the name be known!

Who y'all talmbout?

I be that ** the Lova-Lova

I'm nastier than thinking about your parents sex each other

No glove, no love, better tell your ** to run for cover

So when lightning strikes, you'll be safe on a few rubbers

If you know what I mean!

Not everybody's Mr

and Mrs

Clean

Some get burnt like Freddy Krueger, sweet dreams

Girls "backin' they ** up," now they 400 Degreez, ha

Hot girl, trying to give to **s up on the block, girl

Have you screaming, "Stop, girl!

"

I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugger

Still wonder why they call me Lova-Lova?

Self-explanitor-ium, ** valedictorian

I bring 'em Back to the Future like a '85 Delorean

The Luda ** emporium on the counter prescriptions

You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention

I place the stethoscope quite close to your titty

And have your buttcheeks red, man, like Uncle Quilly

See me

See me, hahahaha

CEO, DTP

Infamous 2-0, Fate Forrester

4-Eezy

Shondreezy on da beat

Playaz Circle,Tity Boi

College Park, **

Virgo, **, what-what

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