1985 Lyrics
My brother said, "Don`t say that"
I said, "Fuck that, I`m gon` get a whoopin` anyway!
It don`t make no goddamn difference"Fuck that, I`m not goin` to find shit
What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, what the fuck?"
(Yeah) Yeah, don`t lose the beat motherfucker
Take the garbage out
Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Yeah, check-check
Yeah, mic check-check
Yeah, nigga, check-check
Yeah, bitch, check-check
Yeah, yeah
Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin` (Yeah)
Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver
Shit`ll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)
Geekers beamin` up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the `caine burnin`
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
Put them F`in Xs on your clowned ass
Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And fuck his bitches with my out-of-town ass
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi
Drop the check on the bitch
Man, these niggas be lookin` like baby mommas in these Maseratis
Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor
How I make sure your motherfuckin` family can`t view your body
Nigga thuggin` and shit, put my blood in this shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)
Joe Pesci, push your product
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You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic
On the run like Assata, so fuck the police
As a nigga be chillin` in the hotbox (Hoppin` out the box)
Police caught him with a whole thang
Now they snitchin` man, whole gang workin`
Gangland, made a lane in it
Dip my name in it, it`s some gang murder
All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got `em up out the vault
I`m the reason your mama be smokin` that Brillo
And be rippin` them contenders off (Them contenders off)
Geekers beamin` up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the `caine burnin`
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie `caine, it`ll be a gang murder
1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
Flow God level, like when HOV speak
I make a song weep, I got the game hurt
Bitch, yeah-yeah
Flow God level, like when HOV speak
I make a song weep, I got the game hurt
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, check-check
Check-check
Check-check
Check-check
Niggas need a check-check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I`ll wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah
