Loose Change's first single. The dynamic duo spits over TeFFLon's track creating another banga. Listen the f*** up.
Yeah we Loose Change. anybody wanna battle, step up. we make instrumentals 2. if u wanna holla at us, e-mail us at vendetta915@aol.com or maytrix20@yahoo.com
Lyrics
[Teff Lon]
Yeah...LOOSE CHANGE!! HA!
Standin in my b-boy stance
Gat in each hand standing tall with my Sean John
velour pants
In the van got the rugers
Ready to bust back on you losers
Guess who's back?!
It's T.E.F. .45 in your chest
Shoulda did like 50 - breathe, sleep, eat in the vest
Yeah I'm toprockin, got your head bobbin, hip-hoppin, even fat girls flip-floppin
Standin on the corner watchin
B-boy stancin
"Hmm Boppin" like the white girl from Hansons
Beat boxin, heat rockin, lip poppin
Ready to commit felonies
There's just to much jealousy
Now check out the melody, check out the flow
Let your head snap back, forget the status quo
[Chrous 3x]Ch-ch check (4x) Check out now check out the melody
[Kofi]
See the stance I'm standin in
Is the same position I landin in
So fall back before your whole rap career ends
If anyone is to die, they die by my hand
Pop off and pop back standin in my b-boy stance
I'm a killa with a knife, killa with a gun
Notice that we don't play
But it's all for fun
The style'll paralyze yahh, it'll leave you stunned
We might be roastin yall. But yall was well done
Realize that that our style just has to stay G
Cuz that's what you get when you mix TeFF & Kofi
You get one psychopathic crazy nigga
The other one really aint scared to pull the trigger
No hesitation. Shit no procrastinatin
It's two same old dudes with no relation
Yes we is that dynamic duo
Killin any fuckin rhyme that you just might throw
Not like you had any, nigga with that weak ass flow
We warned yahh mofos, so let's go
TeFF let's roll
[Chorus]
[TeFF]
Takin over's the M.O.
Plug you full of four wholes
Who shot yahh?
It's TE and the KO - fresh of the pay roll
Breakin niggas like pistatchios
Said yes when told to say no
Changin dimes and nickles
Nickles to quarters
That to bills
Chrome lips on that bat mobile
Got yahh hataz double takin like can that be real?
Fact or fiction will be known
Once you dust yourself off from the exhaust
Of my automobile
I don't front, I just clap the steel
Stayin chill
Niggas runnin up on me askin what's the deal?
Wantin to meet my cousins Gat & Mag
But I replied boom boom blat
Now take a few seconds to fallback
Stayin real, stayin chill
I'm just that ill
Standin high, standin low, in my b-boy stance..
Ha, T.E. double F nigga
