Bringin Dat Hardcore Sh!t out Dallas Texas, Ya Heard Me
Bringin Dat Hardcore Sh!t Straight Out Dallas Texas, Ya Heard Me
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,210
Peak in subgenre #185
Author
Mekanix
Rights
2004
Uploaded
December 05, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Fuck it just flip, and declared a Jihad,
a statement echoed, from here to riyhad,
we give you your,only chance to See-God,
by slicen an rippin, you ass in three-parts,
to avoid my wrath, yall gotta be-Smart,
cuz I slay an emcee, who act a Re-Tard,
and yall not hard, yall act tha same,
jus runin ya mouth, with a lack of game,
im bringin back tha pain, when I crack ya frame,
leave you in an alley way, shattered ta shit,
and all ya fuckin organs, is splattered an split
now ya teelin tha cops, how you got battered an hit
but it won’t matter a bit, we aint gon’ get caught,
cuz my crew gon lay-low, stay gat strapped.
an ready ta spray ho, we finda attack,
as soon as I say so, don matter where you go,
got thugs from new york, over to vilejo,
Which means im splittin, wigs naionwide,
so you better, cover your face an hide,
cuz If I catch you a bullet, gon displace ur eye,
you tha kinda faggot, who’d embrace a guy,
me? i’m real, an I clap tha phony
while u try’n to legalize, gay matramony,
so watch you mouth bitch, I will smack you homie
*******HOOK*******
aye yo I spit flamers (echo)
cock back gats, an I split brains, (echo)
never could stop, can’t quit Mayne (echo)
so fuck around with me, an you gon get pain (echo)
******CHORUS******
I hate all yall, thas why im rippin off heads,
and I hate authority, thas why im flippin on feds,
holdin on by a string, im jus grippin thread,
but I can’t hold long, cuz im losin my grasp,
fighten for my life, but hands can’t clasp,
and as I fall back, I can’t help but ask,
what are tha fuck are we doin, tryin ta act cool,
who tha fuck are we foolin, tryin to get money
what tha fuck we pursuin
but I ain’t one ta talk, im stuck in tha same shit,
but at least I’m honest enough ta claim-it
Man im jus tryin ta, obtain what tha game get,
cuz money is a passion, an I can’t tame it,
its outta control, serchin for my endz,
got me out on patrol, cuz even in texas,
the streets is cold, so im out on my grind,
anybody fuckin wit me, get knocked out of his mind,
or he gone catch five, leave him in a tree,
for his family to find, an eye for an eye,
we can all go blind, as long I get,
my revenge we can all die,
im sick an sadistic, even mention my name,
an im gon go balistic, an keep beatin yo ass,
till you fuckin autistic,
************
HOOK
************
yo im eatin this rap, game up like a pirana,
its war in these streets, gimme me a medal of honor,
or hand me tha mike, I turn an igloo into a souna,
and by my own rules, its death before dishonor
I love beef, love fights I love drama
love ta start shit, and force tha showdown,
if ya didn’t think I’d beat, ya ass I guess ya know now,
and we all know a dead, snitch make no sound,
so if you makin noise, you get buried alive,
best case senerio, you gon’ barely survive,
better hope I never, see a glare in ya eye,
cuz I bust hollow tips, that’ll tear you inside,
and if you turn and run, away where you gon’ hide,
I will not end tha search,
keep a look out, posted up in every perch
I am not afraid, ta drag yo bitch ass outa church,
while cryin out jesus,
but he ain’t gon stop me, from rippin you into pieces,
I stand back laughin, while tha blood steady releases,
you better be frightnened,
watch ya distance, stay away im a titan,
I execute with every, single word that im writin,
and set fire with every, single word I’m recitin,
so you can watch the way my flow burn when I fightin
