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PAC MAN Video (MV)




Performed By: R-ZU
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Anthony Arzu




R-ZU - PAC MAN Lyrics
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I was chasing on the rock, like I was Pac Man
Sold my own work, never had your Pac man
Shots a leave a nigga packed man
Stuffed in a box man
Just hot mess like god Damn
I was playing with them bricks (Craig)
So its nothing to put a brick on ya head
You niggas rats like should be dead
Running his gums like he be the feds
Had me whipping up the flower just to get the bread
Start playing with my art you gonna meet the lead
Lead all up in his head
He'll meet his bed
Like thats permitted now where he lives instead
All that chill shit dogs just could suck a dick
Im a keep these niggas dead like a pharmacist
I came from the bottom nigga I was dead broke
I couldn't breathe streets had me in a choke hold
I never let the left know about the right hand
So I keep my niggas up like a night stand
You keep your right hand up trying take the stand
I feel like diddy all these pussy's trying to make the band
I was chasing on the rock, like I was Pac Man
Sold my own work, never had your Pac man
Shots a leave a nigga packed man
Stuffed in a box
Just hot mess like god Damn
They giving all my niggas double trying x these L's
The system f*cked up designed to make all backs fail
They got us beating our self to death Jonny knoxville
And I dont mean to preach but right now I'm keeping it veal
This is just how I feel, my shit is real
I could shock a nigga in water this shit id eel
I could bring this shit back like an appeal
Like a shark mother f*cker nigga I'm sealing the deal
Gun all in the back is neck thats a geal
I aint tryna be like jack and just jail
Trying get this bread like shaq and just chill
Get stuffed like a fat nigga with a couple of mills
You aint real like a simpsons face this shit is barz nigga
This shit aint a game this shit on hard niggas
Any minute get clapped on an applause nigga
Catch a nigga speeding moss nigga
I was chasing on the rock, like I was Pac Man
Sold my own work, never had your Pac man
Shots a leave a nigga packed man
Stuffed in a box man
Just hot mess like god Damn
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I was chasing on the rock, like I was Pac Man
Sold my own work, never had your Pac man
Shots a leave a nigga packed man
Stuffed in a box man
Just hot mess like god Damn
I was playing with them bricks (Craig)
So its nothing to put a brick on ya head
You niggas rats like should be dead
Running his gums like he be the feds
Had me whipping up the flower just to get the bread
Start playing with my art you gonna meet the lead
Lead all up in his head
He'll meet his bed
Like thats permitted now where he lives instead
All that chill shit dogs just could suck a dick
Im a keep these niggas dead like a pharmacist
I came from the bottom nigga I was dead broke
I couldn't breathe streets had me in a choke hold
I never let the left know about the right hand
So I keep my niggas up like a night stand
You keep your right hand up trying take the stand
I feel like diddy all these pussy's trying to make the band
I was chasing on the rock, like I was Pac Man
Sold my own work, never had your Pac man
Shots a leave a nigga packed man
Stuffed in a box
Just hot mess like god Damn
They giving all my niggas double trying x these L's
The system f*cked up designed to make all backs fail
They got us beating our self to death Jonny knoxville
And I dont mean to preach but right now I'm keeping it veal
This is just how I feel, my shit is real
I could shock a nigga in water this shit id eel
I could bring this shit back like an appeal
Like a shark mother f*cker nigga I'm sealing the deal
Gun all in the back is neck thats a geal
I aint tryna be like jack and just jail
Trying get this bread like shaq and just chill
Get stuffed like a fat nigga with a couple of mills
You aint real like a simpsons face this shit is barz nigga
This shit aint a game this shit on hard niggas
Any minute get clapped on an applause nigga
Catch a nigga speeding moss nigga
I was chasing on the rock, like I was Pac Man
Sold my own work, never had your Pac man
Shots a leave a nigga packed man
Stuffed in a box man
Just hot mess like god Damn
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Writer: Anthony Arzu
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