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Peak #8,025
Peak in subgenre #4,649
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December 08, 2004
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i cut clear sharp as any type of glass
drama pops up u better do like payton manning and juss pass//
cops with guns in a tight grip
but they up with there noses broken-up like a bad relationship//
u love the feds but in the hood you single
i'll split his toungue in two so he can really speak bilingual//
nuclear style the way i spit is a bomb
have you in a hole and u can have the same fate with ur twin brother saddam//
im reactin right with u i take light
ur punches cannot be seen like blind boxers in a boxin fight//
stay on the game all in a sentence
before i betray my loyalty i rather get split in half like divorced parents//
thats on the serious tip,no actin scrips
ur hood saying u blew/blue up but not ur raps but they mean u as a crip//
now you thinkin you tough as rambo
the way this professional spits u would think im the reason for the steroid scandal//
im tighter then the threads on a lasso
knowin me im bringin up a mansion all u bringin up is a sand castle//
blame me for the reason you aint known
u dont have to be a muslim nor a hippie to get urself stoned//
Hook:2X
slashed face u on the ground where u lay
blowin you up to pieces with a hit of pinless grenade
ur career is gone so no new day
and what else do i have to say?
an anthem made dissing sites for pride
we put them in check,they never here no more so it aint no lie//
even with there strongest they lost
anyways back to the trash with them garbage can time they get toss//
back to some real shit i keep rhymin
like misbehaved kids with a watch,ur career is a bad timin//
u dont need to tell no one that u soft-rite
sell my rhyme book then i "die" infront of ur face now thats a real "ghost-write"//
who in the world can stop me
i comin up from the underground like one of the devil's zombies//
u cryin and wont stop to nag
dont rap for fame but i do to see more green then the lybian flag//
i love rappin,u aint thug u slappin
u better stay and know ur place like you were doing the U.S mappin//
professional and still growin teachin newbies
the only pop u see is the same thing that u eat at the movies//
Hook:2X
slashed face u on the ground where u lay
blowin you up to pieces with a hit of pinless grenade
ur career is gone so no new day
and what else do i have to say?
u can get ur whole crew wrecked-on
change ya name to a bed sheet cuz cats like you keep gettin slept-on//
i take my own advice and do it
now mc's are to scared to light a match cuz my raps are gasoline fluid//
have ur own woman take care of me
u cant see me then u need to get urself a laser eye surgery//
u know what do, i already did
u aint gangsta,but if u are then u need to hit up with emcee riv//
the facts are there u put the fear on
even u know that u couldnt be a "match" if we both had the "same gear-on"//
no floor board,when we deck you
i cant tell whether u a pussy or a dick head,so ur a transexual//
so i aint gonna bother u no-more
im here to "produce" more green then the vegetable side of a "grocery store"//
just do you,while yo woman does me
stayin together closer then border lines with otha countries// (c'mon)
