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Freestyle - Yatta
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Yatta's on fire, spit'n a smooth 32 n 32...64 bars like you ain't ever heard... UNTOUCHABLE...!
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Yatta aka Young First <br /> C-4 aka The Incast <br />Heart of the Chi, Guillotine... we cuttin' niggas at the neck... takin' NO prisoners...! Chicago it's th
Heart Of The Chi ... The next rawest from the Chi. Yatta from the Wild Wild 100's and C-4 from the Ickey's get together and spit THE hottest shit out there. Lyrically untouchable, the duo can't be stopped. Whether alone or together, they're a force to be reckoned with. Chicago is about to experience a TAKEOVER....!
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Hip-Hop • Freestyle
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Peak #212
Peak in subgenre #12
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February 12, 2005
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Freestyle – Yatta (Verse) You know the style white tee shirt jeans and Timbs Old school nigga cocked back leanin the brim And I’m new school cock it back and lean your rims If its drama and I’m close by believe its him I’m cool in the hood corners and all Nigga I stay posted up all you got to do is throw me the ball If you play out of position I ain’t throwin the ball Hand me a bill pull over B throw him a ball I’m cool getting rich slanging crust Keep your mind on your money you lose balance when your frame is touched My moves is swift cause more than one brain is us Got niggas in Cali pushin Los Angles dust I’m getting money why you chasing the rythme It’s like you eyeing my watch with nothing to do why you wasting my time Conisor in the street I ain’t tasting the wine Hated my many and many fell tasting the semi You really matters if you choose whether live or leave I had you using up your shirt as a bib to bleed I’m surrounded by them thugs that’ll give you them z’s Before I blast tell them open up wide and say cheese You could tell my my name I equipped for work I attack dressed in black moving swift and low Top story on the news body dripped and shore Heard a rumor from this dude he was slipped a moe I’m that nigga that’ll come through and crush your whole squad Have em screaming Hum Do Ala Ho Ali Ack Ba The one you notice at the bar in his mouth a cigar With my hand on my dick the other wrapped on a broad I’m that money nigga to all them haters ugly nigga The one that got them bitches talking in their sleep hug me nigga Won’t you love me nigga, that ride around thuggy nigga The one that raped you for your shit thought that he was buddy nigga, bitch (Verse) Don’t fuck around homie my name is big out here Talking that shit gone get that ass hid out here You niggas is bald don’t make me pop your wig out here I hit the block they be like Yatta there’s kids out here Dog, just hustle ain’t got to be on dummy all the time I stuck a dollar in the barrel and put some money on your mind You fuckin with the wrong cat I got a black and chrome mack And I’m a snake, hope you got a stong back Don’t make me have to get gangster pull out the beamer’s And scopes staking out the block pullin off the steamers Hoppin in cars my key ain’t got to fit the ignition I got something better, this is the remix to ignition I’m peelin, I try to focus on getting dollars, money by millions That don’t mean push me, I kill 2 on the chameleon I’m not responsible for my actions so watch your children By all means I will hurt you, this is a villain Your best bet is to just not gamble I’m raw with the handle scalpin niggas saw like Hannibal Chasin niggas so long turn his Air Ones to sandals Leave you dismanteled, rip up your flannel, blow out the candle These niggas hatin so I packed the clip with love Give em a hug, lookin for em flip up the rug Plus we rollin come and pick you a bud better yet pick you a drug You hit the block and see more crack then a strip club The weed packed with LA colors, call it Crips and Blood We quick to flip the script on studs fill your strip with blood The clip with flip your wip and flood every bitch and thug The slug a knock ya off balance thought this a triple bub I leavin you kissin the land after the fimp or snug And blow a (kiss) at your mans as he attempt to budge It ain’t no bitch in me man go get your clip whats up I leave you sick as fuck quick stuntin bitch get bucked
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