ONE.BE.LO

ONE.BE.LO - Dick Head Tracy lyrics

We're gonna start this thing off right

My man One.Be.Lo, DJ Scene on the mix

And this is the official mix CD, "S.T.I.L.L.B.O.R.N."

For the brand new album "S.O.N.O.G.R.A.M." which is in stores right now

Make sure you go pick it up

FatBeats, SubterraneousRecords

Shouts out to Boom Bap Project, take one

Let's go!

The life of a gangsta, danger

Known to bust glocks, rush spots underworld, nuttin major

Been to the pen, I was in it for the paper

Stick 'em up, try to get with us get sprayed up

Came up hustlin, I'm comin to your city smugglin

Dopeheads lovin it, Feds buggin it

Don't say it twice, peep my latest heist

Most wanted, skills most flaunted, that's my way of life

Tellin cats all this summer, run the funds through the numbers

Accounts on free status; I let my G's have this

We got this stored up through the routes and through regions

We keep 'em short-changed so they thugs pledge allegiance

Run a monopoly, monopolize economy

Let's operate it sloppily with quantity over quality

Two fuckin riddlers, true to life swindlers

The check's in my hand and I'm callin off my ninjas

Dick Head Tracy

Tryin to play me

Especially when it comes to money things might get ugly

Call me every day tryin to make that sale

Tall tales, cash advance when all else fails

We sell retail, make noise, well

When it's time to get paid all I get is voice mails

Now I gotta threaten your life and heckle your wife

And kidnap your kids just to get the rest of my rights

Dick Head Tracy

The well-known bigot

I cut a deal with you, knock you out the next minute

Thugs in suits and we know when you recouped

If my worker bee's happy, I hit them on some smooth shit

Street executives through bars substance, sedatives

With emphasis on conniving your mentality's prejudices

Fuck bein sensitive, I'm clockin when you rockin it

It's all signed and sealed in these top secret documents

To all you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me)

To all you distribution companies (fuck you, pay me)

And all you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me)

And if you bootleggin my shit (fuck you, pay me)

To all you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me)

And all you distribution companies (fuck you, pay me)

And all you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me)

And if you bootleggin my shit

Dick Head Tracy, I'm one in one-five

I'll take that signin bonus on the New Jersey Drive

It's, organized crime through the, scope of a rhyme

Ex-tortions design for, payin on time

Strong arm and side swipe, we scheme for necessity

Intricate instances like cats see complexity

Blacktops and laptops, discreet with the cameras on

We'll laminate a card, read "Welcome to Babylon"

Dick Head Tracy

Walk into the room

like everything is cool, room four-thousand-and-eighty

Smile fake handshakes, hide they hate

Anything to capitalize/capital-I's like sideways H

Criminal mindstates increase crime rates, find waistlines

laced with nines, don't waste my time

Fake cats waitin in line to take my place, they can't fade me

or make me or break me, they hate me

Dick Head Tracy

John Wayne Gacey

You beat around the bush cause you scared to come face me

Even the arch repeat flaws on complacents

and head-crackin video budget to Big Tigga's "Bassment"

You want success when you F and suck the minimum

And the pendulum shifts through your time space continuum

Kareem swarms with the OneManArmada

Ingredients for jack moves and the whole enchilada

Dick Head Tracy

Street credibility

I push weight with more intensity, mostly mentally

Moses ministry, all of y'all cats is mortal men to me

Who am I is more a mystery, moral victory

Normal tendencies for me to form an infantry

Swarm your airwaves, sound speed oral symphonies

Mass capacities, yo I'm doin this for salaries

Fuckin with my dough I fuck up your whole anatomy

All you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me)

All the distribution companies (fuck you, pay me)

All you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me)

If you bootleggin my shit (fuck you, pay me)

All you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me)

All the distribution companies (fuck you, pay me)

All you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me)

If you bootleggin my shit

"So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me.."

"My money, my my money, my money"

"So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me.."

"My, money"

"No equation"

"For real I'm just watchin, watchin my dough.."

"Tryin to stop my checks.."

"Hell no.."

"So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me what you owe me"

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"So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me what you owe me"

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