Omar
More random lyrics
Feb 20, 2009
Im gonna tell you where im from, man the life on the streets
A place where u litterally gotta watch wat you eat
Cuz when u look away man ur shit will be taken
Dont lock urself away cuz they'll find a way in-
to Ur life man
the strife man
this shit is unreal
When i was 13 it was the first time i gripped on that steel
Then i started robbin pple, man never missin a meal
Yea the life of Mizzy n im keepin it real
i was still hustlin n bustlin in the Streets of New York
Quick to pull a knife in a fight, if a nigga tryin to tk
Haters got mad at my swag, n the way that i walked
But im cocky cuz im from the state of New York
Shit got heated so they sent me down to the A
Where them down south brothas first taught me how to spray
After school fights could escalate to shootouts, but i walk today
Man durin them gunfights, you could hear my heart from a mile away
Moved back to Brooklyn, lookin older n wiser
Got my smoothness from the A, they called me a womanizer
Respect to the name, They call me Mizzy on the streets
The sun goes down im in the crib fuckin...they call me a stallion in the sheets
Share
Post comment
Like
Fearless-Lyrics in my head...
Feb 20, 2009
I advise you silly dude to move back or scoot back your chairs
B4 I pull back n click clack n 2pac ur hair
So dont make like one republic n stop n stare
at my waist cuz You already know that the chrome is here
If your the king, im the heir
I guarantee you im betta
Im in this for money so i take a whole slab of dat chedda
The fire I spit comes burstin from the physco head of mine
Man Im so hott, the sun is a son of mine
And every gun i talk about is one of mine
They sprays so hard, they make niggas run like itz suppertime
You know that im on the grind, bout to go back to the streets
Been in KS so long i forgot what it feels like to beef
But im comin back rhymes is flowin hard in the game
I make dudes take of like Usain when im takin aim
Got ur girl on my dick, yes shes screamin my name
I treat all them hoes the same, this shit is a shame
Stop.
Excuse me while i take this time out to cool the mic
N Shot out Mr. TK cuz he spits so nice
N thank him for me comin back, i feel so hyped
His rhymes stay in my head,I say he spits like lice
Itz lights out for the game,You can Call me Kimbo slice
If you wanna battle, ill kill you, Sick on these beats
U a wet pussy, when you get up..ur body sticks to ur sheets
Too ill, too chill man how Brooklyn is he?
Man i rep it hard, dont believe?
Come to Brooklyn n see
System bump loud when i pull up n my shit
Chain out, Ring out, man im rockin this shit
Girls lookin like, tonite..ima be hopin on n off his shit
But for now ima watch, while he ballin n flauntin his shit
To sick for words
Let the mute guy tell you
When my flow starts you feel it, the deaf guys moves his head too
My presence is crazy, the blind guy knows where to turn his head to
Young Mizzy is fearless...dont make me wreck you..
Share
2 comments
Like
