PACK IT UP

I said, I said, I said I've had enough, we beefin', no sleepin I'm tweakin', you're geekin', just know that I've had enough We argue and you don't make sense I'm sick of your shit, so pack up your stuff All this lip that I get, it never makes sense I guess it's that time of the month I'm sick of your tongue talkin' tough Don't tell me, don't tell me that I'm not enough I never needed your love Solo my demons, I'm tough When I'm alone in the zone, you know that I'm up Yeah, yeah, you know that I'm up Thirty nights in Cyprus, sightseeing the night scene I liked it and I smoked a blunt Got on two boats, fucked on two hoes Saw two castles with moats and I'm buff Six-speed whip from the sixties Spinnin' three sixties leavin' you in the dust I'm not a tourist here, I have connections Trust me, bebop gets love in the club I drive a Ford Taurus, it's an SHO But I still have six Cypriots on my nuts When PHOENIXX drops and it bops Nobody but bebop is gettin' a cut Nobody but bebop is gettin' a cut I rolled myself a professional blunt Smokin' this wood and it's white with the runtz I'm gassin' this bitch cause I do what I want (I do) I do what I want I smoke in this bitch cause I do what I want I'm not really hard, this act is a front Let's get back to the rappin' so that I can stunt Jesus kush, that's a Vatican blunt I'm a dawg and she's actin' a mutt She jaba to me so I'm sendin' her home all alone Then I'm runnin' straight back to the hut I've got the dough, bro, let your hoe know No one out pizzas the hut My flow so sharp, it's a no-no to touch Because that would be leavin' a cut I had to extend the beat Because bebop could not rap on this shit just once Mind my transition, cause I'm on a mission Two minutes is never enough It's never enough Yeah, two minutes is never enough Mind my transition, cause I'm on a mission Two minutes, I-- I've had enough We beefin', no sleepin I'm tweakin', you're geekin Just know that I've had enough We argue and you don't make sense I'm sick of your shit, so pack up your stuff All this lip that I get, it never makes sense I guess it's that time of the month I'm sick of your tongue talkin' tough Don't tell me, don't tell me that I'm not enough