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AnB Productions We the hustle boyz from the grimey midwest representing the area codes 419:614:216, Wht y'all know about that? Bringin the heat with the nicest rhymes & beats you've heard in a min...... Beat Check - kanye, neptunes, just blaze, swiss
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #1,253
Peak in subgenre #719
Author
AnB Productions
Uploaded
November 04, 2004
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MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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My people want that real hip hop Who else can serve it up but me The nigga from Columbus who be touching beats With street poetry articulated for niggas situated In the concrete jungle where the bows is nickel plated I’m just a glimpse of greatness trying to pimp the matrix Making cents off bringing life to these lyrics on a sheet of a paper I keep a taper either low or wavy rose gold glowing crazy On a wrinkled white tee bitches know I’m lazy I flow so amazing while most of these niggas suck But I’m a pro at lacing beats it’s like lacing my sneakers up But the rhymes is deep and I keep em piling I’m sneaking up My style is so unique and I never cheat I’m a winner bruh Chorus Me to you or you to me their ain’t no competition Your flow is weak can’t hold your pee don’t have a pot to piss in I’m from the streets where niggas beef to knockoff competition a lot of teeth been rotted deep don’t try to bite this shit man The lines I speak close ya eyes and think Visualize a king who designed a dream To buy his grandma rings that would shine and bling I find the things that niggas overlook Make em rhyme with flavor cause all my niggas don’t open books I’m just a focused crook whose vocals cook Every track I get And all ya hoes get took cause I’m polo dipped every chance I get Am I poet or a writer Or a teacher or a fighter I’m all of the above and that’s why my shit is tighter Chorus I spit for all my niggas back home without a voice I write poems to pile some coins My styles known like Donald Goines I relate to the dope fiends and sellers When I wrote themes for cheddar I was speaking for felons Yeah There’s a couple in every family tree I had my uncles handing me the seeds that grew into the man u bastards see A mommas boy with my daddy’s genes Crowned a prince and now a king A childish wish flipped into the sound of dreams Uncensored not diluted So niggas cannot confuse it Told all my family I’m the truth and now I gots to prove it I got to plot my movements Put all my stock in music So if this shit flop Real hip hop done played out to bullshit
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