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The Boss( Boss )
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Progress of Elimination
Lyricist:J Fortson, R Royal, A Tousaint
Who am I to flip a wicked bitch? Business is business But now the revelation has revealed How the Bo$$ bitch is trying to get rich And doing a good job And rippin' up the pavement with 'nuff shit
Oh shit, I think I jumped into a maze And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz in a daze Some kind of way I have become a slave, yes sir masta, no sir masta I work fasta, even if it means my brain being tampered with
Fuck it, at least I got rid of the pamper Later on I mix up with some G's Kickin' it on the corner curb Talkin' about expanding to Pittsburgh
I'm out here on the cut smokin' bud with Macaroni Instead of us servin' niggas this fucka's tryin' to bone me But I ain't trying to hear this Bitch made elf I ain't in the mood 'cause I don't fuck around with the help, bastard
If it wasn't for the dope that we got stashed in the casket I'd have your ass hit then watch the fool die trickin' While I be countin' crispy ass dollars Like Louisiana fried chicken
And takin' a sip of his favorite drink At the grave as I stare through the shade, your shit still stinks I wasn't tryin' to see an explanation 'cause As far as I'm concerned the only way to progress Is through elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to go The Bo$$, no loss At whatever the cost Elimination Got's to go, yeah, got to go
Time is running, out I'm still self employed They talking this Pitt shit but I'm tryin' to get back to Detroit Fuck it if I need to do these niggas I'm a do 'em too And step the fuck off as if I never knew them fools
See ya, now the shit is going my way I'm hittin' the highway, no mo' drive by's in my drive way This is what's happening I'm finally at my destination I ain't one of 'dem bitches tryin', I gotta get crackin' fuck a curling iron
I'll get that shit did later meanwhile I'm on some ol' Bucka a sucka quick shit fo paper And I'm disectin' at the same time progressin' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Eliminating like a lunatic shootin' quick
Call it what you want but I'll be brief I don't trust a motherfucker Unless a motherfucker is me, G Getting' sweated is just an inspiration
So I don't regret it when you get your BC date 'Cause it's all about elimination Got to go, yeah, got to go
Fuck up and I'll have yo ass hitch hikin' From Idaho, yo, Bo$$ is knockin' out silly shit Let me hit this Philly spliff Now, it's time to really trip
I gettin the feelin' that these niggas Is into my shit Plus, the munchies got me wanting a burger But first the murder
Knockin' em off was a cinch but I'm stuck And ain't no way that I'm a rest my head on Another bench, fuck I'm sick of this shit, let me slip into this alley
And try to fly as high as I can get With 200 blunts and 100 spliffs Tryin' to make it to Detroit, Detroit
Now every member of my click is in his grave I'm truly the BO$$ bitch now, nobody's slave, how do I plea? Listen, I'll neva give an explanation 'cause as far as I'm concerned The only way to progress is through elimination
Gots to go, yeah, got to go The Bo$$, no loss At whateva the cost Elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to go The Bo$$, no loss At whateva the cost Elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to go The Bo$$, no loss At whateva the cost Elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to go Bo$$, teach her a lesson
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