The People Vs. Quarashi Lyrics

[Tiny]
Aye yo this shit doesn't come easy but hey don't
misjudge me whatever might displease you, still
couldn't touch me. I don't care what I write is what
I'm gonna bust fights on round one, if you f*ck with
anyone of us. What! Please, you better run till your
knees concede shit hits the fan next time you see me.
And I don't stall about what's up with ya'll now freeze
on the spot when it's time to let it all out. And I
don't know I just don't know why things always get
little bit out of control why people get rowdy when I
come into the place. Whoops, there goes my glass in
your face.

[Chorus]
One time for my posse. Posse.
Two times for my homes. Homes.
We'll be chillin in the backseat. Backseat.
Where we bury the bone. Bury the bone.

[tiny]
Here's a birdie who plays dirty in this game. It's a
shame that my ex wants to act this way. What a hag man,
what a bunch of crap to say. When I've been nothing but
fair with you up till this day. But hey, you got what
you wanted so choke on this shit to. You got issues,
why you think I broke up with you. Damn it, can't you
see I don't need this crap. I can't believe this bitch,
give me my cd's back. Infact how's that for a turn on.
For your ugly ass and a face I wouldn't even shoot "?" on. I'll tell you this much, you really got me pissed
off. You flatchested bitch you really thought I went
this soft. I tried to be nice, but if all you want is
beef then a word of advice so you can sink your teeth
in. I can be your bearer of ill rotten blues, when you
disregard me this way, I bring bad news.

[chorus slow]
One time for my posse.
Two times for my homes.
We'll be chillin in the backseat.
Where we bury the bone.

My experience limited reputation discredited. The
locals read it man, I have to live here please edit it.
You can type that I'm quite nice if they buy it. I like
my weekends private, real peaceful and quiet. I don't
condone violence read books for recreation. I interfere
with politics and public relations. So put that in your
peace and a lid on it please. Doesn't matter if you
bend the truth a little bit see. Next time I'm in the
studio I'll take my grudges out, and you can get the
clean version sent to your house. This is my scene now,
and I'm a crake for more, till the world breaks, what
the f*ck you take me for.

One time for my posse. Posse.
Two times for my homes. Homes.
We'll be chillin in the backseat. Backseat.
Where we bury the bone. Bury the bone.

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