Best to Worst Lyrics
| Song | Best to Worst |
| Artist | Shaquille O'Neal |
| Album | You Can't Stop the Reign |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Domingo, Hamilton, ONeal ... | |
| Chorus: Peter Gunz | |
| I'm sending rappers to heaven | |
| so call me uplifting | |
| I greet ya defeat ya | |
| take all your recognition | |
| be in the ignition first gear | |
| I'm gone | |
| had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong | |
| Verse 1: Shaq, Peter Gunz | |
| I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter | |
| have the pin back hands up white flag surrender | |
| what I'm into pulling stocks and bonds and cheddar | |
| gauaranteeing the world you can't find nuthin better | |
| so whatever | |
| bring it the front and put your money by your mouth | |
| find your teeth and cash coming out | |
| I bring drama to your momma if she want it | |
| you think I'm fronitin' a fruad | |
| Peter tell 'em how I want it | |
| aiyo Shaq the world is yours | |
| but can I get a city | |
| gritty blocks shitty cops | |
| broads with tingo bittys | |
| hit 50 in the ruckus mutha | |
| is I happy | |
| you callin me fraud but your broad's calling me daddy | |
| while you pumpin dollar bottles on the floor looking funny | |
| I'm going drop hits with Shaq kid | |
| and dirt getting money | |
| sunney days is made the pain it rains no more | |
| the cash will last from now the guns hits the floor | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: Shaq | |
| check it | |
| Enrico dope like perscriptions from pharmacys | |
| injecting through speakers with no limit slash no mercy | |
| the ill beat seaker | |
| I mystify minds like I'm a preacher | |
| when I meet ya start convulsing like a seizure | |
| you best beleive I got more tricks up my shirt sleeve | |
| expidisouly I get loose like hair weave | |
| which mc out there wanna come test me | |
| put footprints in your chest like Kareem did me | |
| I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs | |
| I change my name to Deon cause I'm mutha freaking prime time | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Peter Gunz | |
| out the alleys of the ghetto there echos a voice sweeter | |
| the melon a felon under the first name Peter | |
| looking out the hour glass what do I see | |
| Guliani with tacky at me with death penalty | |
| I dodge the cops bob and weave to the left | |
| young gifted and black but yet I'm still marked for death | |
| my breath and oxygen is limited | |
| they did me in with it | |
| they took my lungs my heart they kept my brain and headed with it | |
| I live alive to see my seed breath airs | |
| in and exhale but please breath clean air | |
| runnin 'round killin people with sex you flex | |
| spread in the bed ask me dread who's next | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Domingo, Hamilton, ONeal ... | |
| Chorus: Peter Gunz | |
| I' m sending rappers to heaven | |
| so call me uplifting | |
| I greet ya defeat ya | |
| take all your recognition | |
| be in the ignition first gear | |
| I' m gone | |
| had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong | |
| Verse 1: Shaq, Peter Gunz | |
| I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter | |
| have the pin back hands up white flag surrender | |
| what I' m into pulling stocks and bonds and cheddar | |
| gauaranteeing the world you can' t find nuthin better | |
| so whatever | |
| bring it the front and put your money by your mouth | |
| find your teeth and cash coming out | |
| I bring drama to your momma if she want it | |
| you think I' m fronitin' a fruad | |
| Peter tell ' em how I want it | |
| aiyo Shaq the world is yours | |
| but can I get a city | |
| gritty blocks shitty cops | |
| broads with tingo bittys | |
| hit 50 in the ruckus mutha | |
| is I happy | |
| you callin me fraud but your broad' s calling me daddy | |
| while you pumpin dollar bottles on the floor looking funny | |
| I' m going drop hits with Shaq kid | |
| and dirt getting money | |
| sunney days is made the pain it rains no more | |
| the cash will last from now the guns hits the floor | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: Shaq | |
| check it | |
| Enrico dope like perscriptions from pharmacys | |
| injecting through speakers with no limit slash no mercy | |
| the ill beat seaker | |
| I mystify minds like I' m a preacher | |
| when I meet ya start convulsing like a seizure | |
| you best beleive I got more tricks up my shirt sleeve | |
| expidisouly I get loose like hair weave | |
| which mc out there wanna come test me | |
| put footprints in your chest like Kareem did me | |
| I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs | |
| I change my name to Deon cause I' m mutha freaking prime time | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Peter Gunz | |
| out the alleys of the ghetto there echos a voice sweeter | |
| the melon a felon under the first name Peter | |
| looking out the hour glass what do I see | |
| Guliani with tacky at me with death penalty | |
| I dodge the cops bob and weave to the left | |
| young gifted and black but yet I' m still marked for death | |
| my breath and oxygen is limited | |
| they did me in with it | |
| they took my lungs my heart they kept my brain and headed with it | |
| I live alive to see my seed breath airs | |
| in and exhale but please breath clean air | |
| runnin ' round killin people with sex you flex | |
| spread in the bed ask me dread who' s next | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Domingo, Hamilton, ONeal ... | |
| Chorus: Peter Gunz | |
| I' m sending rappers to heaven | |
| so call me uplifting | |
| I greet ya defeat ya | |
| take all your recognition | |
| be in the ignition first gear | |
| I' m gone | |
| had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong | |
| Verse 1: Shaq, Peter Gunz | |
| I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter | |
| have the pin back hands up white flag surrender | |
| what I' m into pulling stocks and bonds and cheddar | |
| gauaranteeing the world you can' t find nuthin better | |
| so whatever | |
| bring it the front and put your money by your mouth | |
| find your teeth and cash coming out | |
| I bring drama to your momma if she want it | |
| you think I' m fronitin' a fruad | |
| Peter tell ' em how I want it | |
| aiyo Shaq the world is yours | |
| but can I get a city | |
| gritty blocks shitty cops | |
| broads with tingo bittys | |
| hit 50 in the ruckus mutha | |
| is I happy | |
| you callin me fraud but your broad' s calling me daddy | |
| while you pumpin dollar bottles on the floor looking funny | |
| I' m going drop hits with Shaq kid | |
| and dirt getting money | |
| sunney days is made the pain it rains no more | |
| the cash will last from now the guns hits the floor | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: Shaq | |
| check it | |
| Enrico dope like perscriptions from pharmacys | |
| injecting through speakers with no limit slash no mercy | |
| the ill beat seaker | |
| I mystify minds like I' m a preacher | |
| when I meet ya start convulsing like a seizure | |
| you best beleive I got more tricks up my shirt sleeve | |
| expidisouly I get loose like hair weave | |
| which mc out there wanna come test me | |
| put footprints in your chest like Kareem did me | |
| I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs | |
| I change my name to Deon cause I' m mutha freaking prime time | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Peter Gunz | |
| out the alleys of the ghetto there echos a voice sweeter | |
| the melon a felon under the first name Peter | |
| looking out the hour glass what do I see | |
| Guliani with tacky at me with death penalty | |
| I dodge the cops bob and weave to the left | |
| young gifted and black but yet I' m still marked for death | |
| my breath and oxygen is limited | |
| they did me in with it | |
| they took my lungs my heart they kept my brain and headed with it | |
| I live alive to see my seed breath airs | |
| in and exhale but please breath clean air | |
| runnin ' round killin people with sex you flex | |
| spread in the bed ask me dread who' s next | |
| Chorus |
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