Lyrics
[Kelpi]
What the fuck I'ma do to you
Straight ruin you, look at the tools I use, I'll put two in you//
Who is you, runnin ya mouth, I got my gun in the south
Ready to break you in half, slap you and I'm takin ya cash//
You will lay on the floor, when I spray wit tha four (gunshot)
Takin ya whore, cash is fast, so I'm chasin for more//
I've been hated before, you bastards diein
I don't play the heat spray, you get a casket for tryin//
No lyin, who you eyin, shit'll get drastic
Tote some big plastic that are as big as a giraffe get//
Shit don't stop, dead broke is too nasty
Muthafuckas scream for they life round me til they voice gets raspy//
Get fucked up quickly don't fuck wit me
You'll get no luck wit me, cause you'll get stuck up quickly//
Don't believe me then come test
I'll put a hole through your muthafuckin chest and vest (gunshots)//
(Intermission)
[Punchline]
Its Da Gloves, you knew it was coming…
Splat hard, have ya leaking like backyard pools overflooding…
Its an overcoming, they runnin…
Fleeing for they lives, but they gleaming in they eyes…
Bitch got semen in his eyes…
Buncha pussies try to push me but ya wont get far…
Cuz you wussies cant convince me that im not a star…
Doing his stardom, cuz im right back on em…
From track to track, its fact, ima problem…
To you, cuz my gat gone untuck and revolve em…
He aint gotta go to the airport to depart em…
Ima known killa, the mic killa, old IceChilla…
Despite ya dislike you dikes know I write illa, fo real…
[Chorus]
Dead Broke…
Its Punchline…
Its Round II…
Its Da Gloves, Gloves, Gloves…
(Intermission)
[Punchline]
Round II, Its gangsta, the gun be blinging…
Da Gloves so you faggits kno ima come in swinging…
Last dude who acted rude, and his gum was splitten…
The rum we hittin, guarantees a nun be strippin…
Witta catchy style, no chick pass me down…
Make a bitch like chick actually smile…
Treat hoes like blunts, and I pass em around…
And let everyone take a hit, and blast her a pound…
I been ill that’s a title that’s been sealed…
The kin will, slice ya head to the shape of a pinwheel…
When I say “kin”, that’s Dead Broke, we been real…
So haten on Da Gloves’ll get ya friends killed, mutherfuckers…
[Chorus]
Dead Broke…
Its Punchline…
Its Round II…
Its Da Gloves, Gloves, Gloves…
(Intermission)
[Punchline]
Ya boy been a hustla, da toy tend to bust ya…
Beefs enjoyed but oh boy they tend to cluster…
Yo my flow is worth bout sixty g’s…
In da club wit my thugs, all my thugs are flippin g’s…
Getting drunk, thuggin it and spittin frees…
And a female “loving it” like Mickey-D’s…
Sick indeed, Da Gloves, sick indeed…
Ya fuck wit my wolves, your squad’s fulla Pekinese…
Second Cd, you aint seen the best of me…
But this CD right here was my destiny…
Never heard me before, you missed the rest of me…
That shit right there’ll have ya under a “Rest in Peace”…
Its da…
Da Gloves…Round II
It’s a…
Punchline…Dead Broke
Its da
Da Gloves…Round II
It’s a…
Punchline…Dead Broke
One more time…
I could give em one more line…
And have they face looking like they seen ODB…
Best believe nuffin holdin me…
So this gloves shit Is just another side, its da soljah me…
[Chorus]
Dead Broke…
Its Punchline…
Its Round II…
Its Da Gloves, Gloves, Gloves…
