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Reppin da name, my click, and what im about...basically it...
hiphop rap underground punchline dead broke da gloves round ii
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Artist from Dead Broke Family Entertainment, my second album, titled Da Gloves - Round II. Enjoy!
"Keep talking, say seeing my pistols impossible And you’ll be hangin from the ceiling like mission impossible" "Im your competition, ona unfair-level... So you cant see your enemy coming like daredevil..." Yo, its ya favorite fuckin rapper, Punchline! Bringing you Da Gloves - Round II. Im actually part of Dead Broke Family Entertainment, who has a site up here as well, look us up...its good shit! Well, enjoy my CD, i worked pretty hard on it...and I'm happy with what turned out of it. Be sure to post on my message board and lemme kno what ya think. Thanks, One
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,154
Peak in subgenre #634
Author
Punchline
Rights
Dead Broke
Uploaded
February 02, 2005
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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P-U-N-C-H-L-I-N-E, you can come and get it… D-E-A-D-B-R-O-K-E, but you really don’t want it… (Repeat) Im one sick-kid, but that was predicted// So get the fuck outta here like you been evicted// Ima rebel, but don’t think im some hick-kidd// I ask “do you really want it?” like rick-did// Cuz you have no clue what ya got yourself into// Towel on ya head after a red dot, like a hindu// Keep testing, you’ll see what a bang’ll-do// Leave a patch on your stomach like kangaroo// Dead Broke, no need to say what my gang’ll-do// We’ll show ya more killa bee’s then wu tang‘ll-do// And I got a trio album and two solo C-D’s// Like new years, I drop da ball cuz ima make you see-these’s// Leave ya bitch ass body to turn to fieces// Right after I put a hole in ya like a reeses// When ya see my piece-freeze// Cuz if not…you gone find a hole threw your center like ones on C-D’s// P-U-N-C-H-L-I-N-E, you can come and get it… D-E-A-D-B-R-O-K-E, but you really don’t want it… Im your competition, ona unfair-level// So you cant see your enemy coming like daredevil// Think you can hold-me, show-me, an obvious phonie// Im hood, I be taking lives like Angelina Jolie// Im flirting-wit-models, body look like its working-wit-bottles// And mami love to me smile, like I work-at-McDonalds// See between chicks arms clearly like a glass-watch// And you, only chick you wit look like sasquatch// Blast-glocks, I was taught by class-knocks// So all my beefs never leave home, like a mascot// Passed-hott, pump heat, you only pump at gas-spots// Your lawn aint even got more green then my stash-box// Im here now, but I still don’t think you kno?// That it aint John Dep’s show, and im still bout to blow// Dissin-da-glow? So yeh im fixing-to-show// That you only seen gold and ice when ya piss-in-da-snow// P-U-N-C-H-L-I-N-E, you can come and get it… D-E-A-D-B-R-O-K-E, but you really don’t want it… Punchline, bad guy, don’t try and fix-me-nigga// And my dough stacked up by like sixty-figures// And I stay walking da block wit sixty-niggas// That’s why I got more beef then Winn Dixie-nigga// And I wont hold a grudge… But I bust slugs, and bang hammers just like its done by a judge// When im fillin ya wit slugs// I tie you up and leave you there forever like a pair of lugs// Fame-bound, punchline so put your game-down// Fore I put needles in ya, like a baseball game-mound// If it’s the same-clown, speakin my name-now// Then ima have him leaning back farther then James-Brown// Few years, yall be thinkin back when Nas came-down// Funny thing, it’s the same thing when I came-round// And im real sick of hearing all these phony-bitches// Act hard, but get shook like items used by lonely-bitches…naw mean// P-U-N-C-H-L-I-N-E, you can come and get it… D-E-A-D-B-R-O-K-E, but you really don’t want it…
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