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Some grimy sh!t. Thats it, some grimy sh!t.. it aint too much deeper than that.
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#120,082 today Peak #217
#73,869 in subgenre today Peak #116
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the OTHER
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2006 The Other
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May 02, 2006
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MP3 4.1 MB, 128 kbps, 4:28
Story behind the song
A lot of piff motivated me to write this song.
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Chorus(3x): [Author Authentic] Fist up if you ridin with the team What it mean, Red, Black and Green? Red for the blood, Black skin, Green for the mean ends that a nigga stackin Where the action? HUH! Chorus Harmony (4x): [Cise 7] Flag up and wave dat, flag up and wave dat Flag up and wave dat, wave dat, get it, get it Verse One: [Cise 7] Sucka free dirty JERZ east coast pay the toll Puff a tree dirty wordz CISE 7 on a roll Hit a key strike a chord touch a soul good as gold Break the mold fine wine brotha better as I'm gettin' old This the one where we from that, NEW JERUSALEM You was dumb carry-un those rhymes that you brung Fall back, the OTHER, CISE 7, AUTHENTIC on attack You's ill? Picture that! What a joke, CISE spoke bones broke no hope freeze Got the underground on lock stash the keys Stack the cheese, share the tree, dress in tees Rare wit jeans, fresh and clean, spit sixteen Red Green Black flag hold high this real real AUTHENTIC, TALONTED, BRONSON, I Got the non stop deep soul rip raw bang Turn it up, stay deep, this the dirty JERZY gang! Verse Two: [Author Authentic] Double A on a track make a broad say ‘Wow’, make em all say ‘How you do that?’ Cuz the forte wild, that squad stay down to drop that sound that you lack You trash, you wack, getcha crew back up I spit that piff-piff Get the boo wrapped up, you fools smacked up for talking shit-shit Double time, what? Fuck a mind up, suckas line up, aint seen trouble like us I bubble eyes up, suck on my nuts, seen somethine like us? Mafuckas rise up Naw….better yet raise up, where the haze? Blaze up and get the grindin’ Getcha debt paid up, turn the bass way up, I put that time in… Diamond. Harder. Sharper. Silence for the talkers I give all the orders, I’m him, call him AUTHOR AUTHENTIC, Red, Black and Green reppin rapper c-section After each session, he bless em, crackers keep stepping …that-a-way, Sunday to Saturday had to make my dream matter, hey I have a way Just call it THE OTHER best holla at ya brothers On that dirty JERZ shit for them wild mafuckas like HUH!
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