Sbn3 - Lemme 2000 Lyrics

Lemme go out my way, feelin' like it's second grade
Lookin' like you second rate, made a sucka' suffocate
Demons got me in a rage, so much stuff I never made
Ballin' but I never play, lemme lemme lemme
Lemme go out my way, feelin' like it's second grade
Lookin' like you second rate, made a sucka' suffocate
Demons got me in a rage, so much stuff I never made
Ballin' but I never play, lemme lemme lemme

They told me I'm past livin', these bastards givin'
No charism', this a prison, visionin' my posters risen
Wrists I'm slittin, I'm pissin' away not eatin' well
Aaliyah must be well, just saw her on TRL
It's Daily with Daly just like a VOD
Tara Reid and 9 Degrees, I forgot the 8, oh jeez
Pull up in Time Square how them girls must've faired
But now you pull up that time and shit you just a square
Watch me spell "heaven" throwin' up the L7
Xtina, XV, that feature'd be some ecstasy
Recipe from mother you start fearin' the brothers
His favorite Eminem cause he ain't hearin' no others
Gotta dash fast, hungry hippo for hype and
I gotta rap fast so all the white people like it
Liberty give me that Taco Bell, like a Jiminy Cricket hoppin' well
If I don't stop and just give it a drop then eventually I'll be poppin' a cell

Lemme go out my way, feelin' like it's second grade
Lookin' like you second rate, made a sucka' suffocate
Demons got me in a rage, so much stuff I never made
Ballin' but I never play, lemme lemme lemme
Lemme go out my way, feelin' like it's second grade
Lookin' like you second rate, made a sucka' suffocate
Demons got me in a rage, so much stuff I never made
Ballin' but I never play, lemme lemme lemme

I heard the Knicks still good, Stern divorced, bad look
Gettin' chicks black and white, you could call him Ed Wood
Thinkin' Redwood, thicker than that Joan's Hart
So hard, oh god, bars lemme throw darts
You gon' need a laxative cause this shit is so hard
Got a crowbar crackin' open 4 hearts
Gellar, and Jennifer, Anna, and Melissa Joan Hart
Their men done revel with devils, I'm just yellin' oh lord
Why you droppin' names, Beetlejuice who me?
Freddy P. I'm too deep, you like Eddy; 2D
350 sleepin' in that new Z
RIP two-three shootin' threes, shoot me
If I'm ever unaffable, sappy, laughable
Castle catastrophe, see we go cappin' from capitals
Blew the gold I'm like Capitals, hapnin' rap is unflappable
Earn the burn I'm on acetyl, I just like to go back a lil

Dinin' fine, '99 on me
Double O, what a ho owe me
You got no one, '00 I got '01
Got no one, '00 I got '01
15's all black, tell me where the mall at
Lunchable we all phat, she act like She All That
Say it in that all caps, spray it and I fall back
Lunchable we all phat, she act like She All That

Lemme go out my way, feelin' like it's second grade
Lookin' like you second rate, made a sucka' suffocate
Demons got me in a rage, so much stuff I never made
Ballin' but I never play, lemme lemme lemme
Lemme go out my way, feelin' like it's second grade
Lookin' like you second rate, made a sucka' suffocate
Demons got me in a rage, so much stuff I never made
Ballin' but I never play, lemme lemme lemme