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MVP Remix
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Produced By James G____Vocals By Big L
underground hip hop raw conscious lyrics just
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Underground Hip Hop, raw beats, raw conscious lyrics. Just bringing dat real shit. STANDARD!
James Gray aka James G. Im a Hiphop Producer and Mc from Watford, England. Underground Hip Hop, raw beats, raw conscious lyrics. Just bringing dat real shit. STANDARD! Affiliated Artist's: Max Thief (Hip-Hop Producer And Mc) Doobz aka Spooga (Mc) Scarface (Mc) Dilemma (Grime Producer And Dj) Buzzrow (Mc)
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
#83,829 in subgenre Peak #91
Charts
Peak #2,224
Uploaded
July 26, 2005
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Remix for comp on ukhh.com R.I.P Big L
Lyrics
[Big L] Aiyyo spark up the phillies and pass the stout Making quick money grip before your ass is out In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightnin You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a chevrolette And clown rappers I'm bound to slay I'm saying hi to all the cuties from around the way Yeah, cause I got all of them sprung Jack My girls are like boomer-rangs No matter how far I throw them, they come back I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C. I'm down with diggin in the crates And I'm M.V.P. yeah! [Chorus: repeat 4X] If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P. The most valuable poet on the M.I.C. [Big L] Yo it's a must that I get papes Peace to all the DJ's who gave me love on they mix tapes And once again the man's back with a dance track So here's your chance jack to get loose and let your hands clap I got juice like boco, mad crews I broke through niggas be getting mad cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to And everytime I'm in a jam I always find a loophole I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers No more iron horses cause I'm buying Porsches I'm coming straight out the NYC peace to the Kid Carpi, I'm M.V.P. [Chorus] [Big L] Battles I lose none I make crews run I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle I'm the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you'll find My silkboxers in your mommy's hamper And nowadays girls want you for your money I'm like Hev, I got nothing but love for you honey And yes I'm living slick and my pockets are thick I need surgery to get chicks removed from my (chill) I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C., raps my J.O.B., and I'm M.V.P. [Chorus]
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