i think this was my first one....yet again, only the beat, ill get voice in there when matt can record with me. he shares lyrix with me in it

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Beatdown
THC and Spetz


THC
It’s a challenge, to stay alive on the streets,
You gotta know every road, and rock every beat,
Stay true to your hood, and don’t stray far,
‘else another f***ing gang drive by in they car,
The window roll down, the barrel slide out,
And two seconds later that machine gun shout,
Ratta-tat-tat, all up yer back,
But then the niggas saw that they’ve gone too far,
The bullet proof vest, is all up yer chest,
and the back is covered, just like the rest,
ya get back up, those niggas start jumpin,
Takes out yer strap and start f***in over all of ‘em
you woulda died, nobody woulda known
except for yer homeboys, back at yer home
they’d be missin the beats, and wearin a frown
cause yer the only one left that knows how to lay the beat down.

*instrumental with scratchin*

Spetz:
You a city boy, n*** you a chew toy,
I’m the real dawg. I’m comin through,
nigga you a tool. Think you cool?
I hear ya gun talk, but when it comes to gun play nigga,
I’ll leave you outlined in chalk,
I aint gonna put a hit, I’ll come sneak in your crib and spray that shit,
quit f***in with this silly jew, I’ll come get you.
Yes that means you Andrew.
You think I’m ya homie, n*** you can blow me,
Yea, get down on your knees and beg please cause I’m bout to squeeze.
Let off a shot in ya think pot, I’ll leave yo ass to rot,
Lil n*** you a drop, gun pop heart stop, shits heavy, you drivin in yo black ass Toyota
You call that a whip, try 07’ denali, brand new clip, riding around with a steel 4 pound, can you see it through the tint, n*** take a hint.
You done, count on a real homie to get your gun,
I aint the one to get you set, I’ll pump you full of shot, shotgun dumpin Mossberg pumpin, you and yo friends are jumpin.
Fifty said he gotta a glass jaw,
Well fifty aint quite like me I’m the full dolla, Gonna make you holla, you put a hit out, how about I come back with a new strap put you back in yo place
go be part of your own race, Boy get back cross the border, that’s an order,
Here we go beast mode.


*new verse*




THC:
Now this is from the boys in west west,
You came to our hood, we put you through the test.
But you failed, so we lay you to rest
cause you f***in with the best from west west
now you know me, my name is THC
Now I’m sayin “bitch, get the f*** away from me”
you and izak, started SSF,
but now you know, that he’d beat you to death
watch your next breath nigga, it could be yer last,
next time yer rollin bi***, listen for the blast


Spetz:
Don’t let me catch you in my sights,
hot days and cold nights, full of frights.
You roll around like it’s alright, look at you,
you an ugly sight, you like 2 foot 2,
Dude my dicks bigger than you.
And ask my homie THC, he’ll tell you not to f*** with me,
you better bow down on one knee,
Else I’ll teach you whos got the crown in this town,
Just you wait and see.

I got the mini 14, aint you like 15? n*** you get knocked, you get f***ed in the yard,
Nigga you sick so I gotta full clip.


Now word to the bird, in the big blue house, now that’s old school

Both:
Nigga we out.

*end of song*