Lettin them Haters know wsup...talkin bout me or Dead Broke ina negative manner...this for you!!!
hiphop
rap
underground
punchline
dead broke
da gloves
round ii
Lyrics
Wit da tool in my belt, I been droolin to dealt…
Wit faggits and maggots dat foolin wit Kelp…
Or Mosaic, just say it and duel wit da belt…
Cuz my title is vital, have a fool yellin help…
This is my click, who touchin it…
And im luvin it, how haters hate luvin it, how they hate the gloves in it…
Im ina state of thuggin it, if you hate on that…
Then im be close-ta Sosa witta baseball-bat…
And for the ball nigga, use your face as that…
Hit homers for saying what Eighties laced was wack…
This is real talk, and I aint fabolous…
Grab a diss, to dead broke…and ima slap a bitch…
Yall watched me grow, and get my rep tallied…
I rep proudly, scream it like peeps at a pep rally…
One that will come to wreck valleys, wreck hoods…
Wreck homes, look holmes…ima savage, whats good?
Say what you want, however you say it, but…FUCK THE HATERS, FUCK THE HATERS!!!
Get physical wit it, and what im gone do is…FUCK UP HATERS, FUCK UP HATERS!!!
See you on the floor, ima say no more but this…WSUP HATERS, WSUP HATERS!!!
If you aint hear it the first time, diss on my click then ima…FUCK UP HATERS, FUCK UP HATERS!!!
They saying DB aint runnin nuffin…
That’s like saying White Mic & K Why aint gunnin nuffin…
Or saying Kelp don’t have chicks stuck-in-cuffins…
On the bed, witta wedding ring on her index…
But still he catch his balls bouncing off her chin-next…
Cuz he been-best, handle game down to the finess…
Got em screaming love like playin Tennis in Venice…
Cuz in honesty, this click a menace like Dennis…
That’s how the best-do when they intersect you…
Witta ratchet I’ve mastered just to direct-you…
We knockin-feds, poppin-lead and spraying necks-too…
Cuz DB droppin heads like playing “Guess who”…
So keep the talk, less ya wanna peep the walk…
And we will guarantee that you sleep in chalk…
And listen like a teacher talk…
And do what we say, or its you that they pray for when the preacher talks…
Say what you want, however you say it, but…FUCK THE HATERS, FUCK THE HATERS!!!
Get physical wit it, and what im gone do is…FUCK UP HATERS, FUCK UP HATERS!!!
See you on the floor, ima say no more but this…WSUP HATERS, WSUP HATERS!!!
If you aint hear it the first time, diss on my click then ima…FUCK UP HATERS, FUCK UP HATERS!!!
Ripley don’t believe-it, but diss-me you’ll see it…
Cuz I wreck witta tech, like you wouldn’t believe it…
Smack you to misery, blast you to history…
All the phonies and fakes that acting a mystery…
In the end, Dead Broke will master a victory…
Or you gone see a torch like the statue of liberty…
C4 on your door cuz I mean to defeat-ya…
Just to “bring down your house” like Queen Latifah…
After smoking an L, guess im mean wit reefer…
You wont see “da feet” wit me, I’m scene-in-sneakers…
And that goes for the rest of the gang…
Kappa, 80’s, MoZaic..destined for fame….
K-Why, Kelp, and White Mic put teks to ya brain…
So watch what ya say bout our texts from the brain…
Cuz we will merk anyone disrespecting our names…
So haters understand to us, breaking necks is a game…WE’LL FUCK YOU UP!!!
Say what you want, however you say it, but…FUCK THE HATERS, FUCK THE HATERS!!!
Get physical wit it, and what im gone do is…FUCK UP HATERS, FUCK UP HATERS!!!
See you on the floor, ima say no more but this…WSUP HATERS, WSUP HATERS!!!
If you aint hear it the first time, diss on my click then ima…FUCK UP HATERS, FUCK UP HATERS!!!
FUCK THE HATERS!!! FUCK THE HATERS!!!! FUCK THE HATERS!!! FUCK THE HATERS!!!!