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Peak #744
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
R RISEN
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R RISEN
Uploaded
April 15, 2005
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Lyrics
Paraniod!!! 4-12-2005 $ R.RISEN $
(chrous)
paranoid!!!
cause the police always pull me over
when i'm rollin drunk or sober
i mean liquor or the dosha
i'm a big balla/ blower/ fuckin soldier
u want beef i bring it by the pound
put ya ass underground/ no eviendence to be found
i'm droppin hits now/ back to back/ like the switches on my pontiac
keep the ghat in the lap/ i'll pill ya cap/ push ya wig back
you know i'm comin when you hear that rat tat tat
you hear me flowin on this track/ u haterz can't fuck wit that
cock my gun/ cock my hat/ it's time to ride/ 187 homicide
masked murderers on the rise/it's gonna be a surprise
like a trick or treat/ bout to smoke a swisher sweet
makin stacks through-out the week/ off my flows and weed
break it down no steams or seeds/ probably some of the stickyest green
u ever seen/ over their starein like a feind
my 22s never rub the curb/ as i leave the scene
just hit a lick/ u know what i mean/ police on my tail
but i see em on the screne/ like rob and E-40
in that movie 3 strikes/ fuck wit R-O-B/ lose your life
sharper than the blade on a razorknife/ i might be hittin wife
u might get hit tonight/ G-i-n wit the mt dew/ not sprite
the coldest on the mic
stay east droppin shit in the studio/ everynight
droppin shit that's tight/ i don't think u want to fight
blowed off the herb/ eyes low off the syrup
my click chungin bott-les/ tech's semi autos
i'm still gonna have more cheeze/ than ya if u hit the lotto
hit the gas!/ open up th throttle/ get payed that's my moto
hustalaz stackin bread/ macin bitches gettin head
if u talkin that shit/ then we firein off lead/ striaght at ya head
not guilty's what i plead
i got ta roll/ to the corner store/ scup some hoes
then collected my doe/ friend or foe/ face to face/ toe to toe
take a blow/ to the dome/ wit the crome
got my strap/ an the stirafoam-cup
R RISEN done came up/ and ain't comin back down
tired of fake mothafuckers/ tryin to steal my style
but it's copy written/ u might not see it/ it's hidden
big body's sitin/ everywhere not getin drivin
fuck wit one of my whips/ u ain't livin/ 20/20 vision
rollin dodge not an expedition/ tented up
big/ ballin/ big/ bucks/ more cars!/ than trucks!
dodge/ plymouth/ chrysler/ if it got rims/ there's nothin tighter
i em a break your neck/ if u wherein wire
u tryed to get a job at micky dee's/ and couldn't get hired
100 round clips/ shootin down cribs
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