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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,492
Peak in subgenre #383
Author
Scrilla21 feat. preacher
Rights
2005
Uploaded
January 21, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(Scrilla)
I Got It (5x)
You know
People be sayin’ this
And people be sayin’ that
But the truth is
They really know
Who the best should be
1st Verse
Don’t nobody wanna fuck wit me (nah)
Fuck around and leave a motherfucka tossed up
Leave a nigga in the front yard layin’ for his momma
Or on the shore cuz he washed up
Lose all composer
Nigga done told ya
When it comes to the war WE ATTACK
Nigga ain’t commin’ wit no knife and a bat
Always gotta keep a glock strapped to my back
9 millimeter
Heat cha
Reach cha
Way before yo ass reach me
Street sweeper change all facial features
Call that bitch a meat cleaver
Pop ya
Rock ya
Shot cha
Got cha
Ain’t no duckin’ when I’m buckin’
Givin’ yo ass something for nothin’
Take this shit you know you want it!!
Let it rumble up in your stomach
Shit so sick that it makes you vomit
Bucklin’ down form the lyrical rounds
And the people keep askin’ who dun dun it
As soon as you see the police (I’m Runnin’)
Fuck all that who, what, where, why (huhin’)
No one gon say
That’s jus the way
Everyday
Down where we stay
Gotta pay to play
That’s the game we play
Fight your way to the top or stay away
To rappin’
From ballin’to and slangin’ thangs
From a 9 to 5 wit minimum wage
To year to years
From day to days
From weeks to motherfukin’ months
Nigga I’m breakin’ the window
And bringin’ the pain
Wit chords & string that’ll dismantle yo brain
Split to down yo spine and rupture yo spleen
As we grab the mic the crowd starts to scream
I’m spittin’ this real shit
Scrill shit
Ain’t no motherfuckin’ fake in me (bitch)
H-E-L-L-(S)- E-N-T
D to the IR to the T-Y M-A-C
Gotta show that tat of see
Niggas wanna Battle me
I’ll leave’em in a casket G
Bitches wanna straddle me
But I don’t need they STDs
I’m all about my paper see
So relax yo mind and conscience free
You now rollin’ wit the sounds of the M-A-C
When the mac go crack plat and split yo tee
You gon see who the best in this bitch gon be
Hook (2x)
(Preacher)
Runnin’ the streets
Gunnin wit heat
Ya’ll muthafuckas don’t want it wit me
Bustin’ wit ease
Make you clutch on yo knees now ya’ll gon see
Who the best will be
(Scrilla)
So relax yo mind and conscience free
You now rollin’ wit the sounds of the M-A-C
When the mac go crack plat and split yo tee
You gon see who the best in this bitch gon be
(Scrilla talks)
Yeah
And yall actually thought that this was ova
But young
Guess what souljah
I got my nigga preacher, blessing niggaz
Bless that nigga yeah
Thas it nigga
2nd Verse (Preacher)
Give’em blessin’s
I’m rushin’ I’m gunnin’
I’m comin‘ you duckin’
I’m bussin’ yo body till your blood started gushin’
This shotty just hit you
Pistol whipped and split you
If you ain’t rollin’ wit me then you know my boys against you
Pretendin’ we like you
Only to insight you
To being so unsightful
It’s easier to snipe you
Blindside you
Piledrive you
Snatch you in the drive thru
Drive by you
Fo five you
Mike Tyson style and bite thru
The bullshit
Right thru the bullet
I would kick
But too many fuckers actin’ stupid
A nuisance
You ain’t learned your lesson boy stop cryin’ to the teacher
I murder you wit blessings
Sincerely signed The Preacher
Hook (2x)
3rd verse
(Preacher)
Who the best gon be
Ya’ll niggas can’t mess wit me
Testin’ me
Thought that you’d get the best of me
I’ll never leave
May you rest in peace
(Scrilla)
Take a sip of the syn
As we blaze on in
And contend until the mothafuckin’ end
Scrilla be down for child’s Play
Friends to the end
Let preacher recite these hymns
Go on and bring it on in
(Preacher)
Bless the street
Recite the hymns
Ya’ll really don’t wanna fight again
I’ll bite your skin
Remind your men
Of what happens when the hype shit ends
(Scrilla)
When the hype shit ends
I’m like a cannibal
Take yo brains and yo valuables
Feel the bullets of the calico
Pee on you
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