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| 25 Jan 2015 12:43 AM |
(W::WeIrDGuY46)
Yo, it's weirdguy here Ain't nothing to fear Yeah, we comin, yes - we are very near I play on, on these shows and shows and everynight my bank account grows and grows so if you want to see how good I can kick it Better stand in line and buy your ticket 'cause the return is real Too much for you to deal Better take coution, were built with carbon steel! and it no suprise that we see him lie in a tomb like area were pharaohs die He's been enriched Like tyched so all of you better watch when we turn on the switch We'll make you start to dance and shout and by the time we end you'll be tired out I make you up light like a fire place and ZackT will make you feel disgrace So, were full of fun and desire Will make you rock like a music choir and maybe we have all things to be required But remember, we still ain't for hire I make bills flow I make the wind blow and I shock y'all up, so you'll start to glow and so the next time you will see us will be soon, b, ha can't ya trust? Too bad I rock the house with all my might I don't give no chance to those who wait all night They think they're fresh, but it's no surprise It takes them trys and trys, they have no supply thats why im here when they're falling behind Because you no idea what your doing if you are blind.
(ZackT::RaymondParkerXl)
Dam man, i never thought i would lay in heaven bars, Shoot through the stars like over geared muscle cars, Im at this, one man like me dont need no practice, So sit back and lemmie speak some fat sht, Facts are not needed for what the judge says, Gettin snooped daily with these black and white feds, And if i see one with my squad i might go bonkers, Shoot the nga in his foot so he can still live longer, Pop another cap so he can feel the pain going in his vain, Say that ima ninja and you about to be slained by the ro tang, Nice ways and means, Bust any nga wearin red or a nga wearin' green, Make that blood test over fill, Hand the mic over to my day one fam HitterBil.
(HitterBillion::xXPaperPotXx)
My bars are tight Playin my tunes everynight I scrap an undacova when no one is in the sight Im a bad person and im sure the law got it under record Roll with a blue plaid shirt yet my boxers checkered If she wanna sux dis D then i sure will let her My spittin is to nice for you wack ones Nggaz lyrics weigh one ounce while my raps weigh a ton So when i show up to ya crib dont run But you can, after i pull out my gun
(Yung Jeezy::ToluJeezy)
I masta' the great depression in hood-like defiance/ I can make my way through the dust storm with no alliance/ One MC like me Jeezy does what ever it takes to see a slob happy/ Then turn on him/ Rip through ya veins like the wrong limb/ Dont worry about the nga gettin' away trust me i saw him/ When i catch yo ass i will have you praying to be free/ What i do is deadly you best believe me/ Make sure you dont see me and take you out briefly/ Where my men cuz its the Ro tang at it/ On this track crazier than an immature drug attic/ Off the beat again here we go/ He so dope, we turn stereotypes to a type of stereo/
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| 25 Jan 2015 01:09 AM |
| ah, the joys of ro-rap. nothing like the smell of maximum autism at 2 in the morning |
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