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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #996
Peak in subgenre #504
Author
Simple
Rights
my dick
Uploaded
May 01, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Da Bull Vic, and i always was nice/
stay on tha low, even tho my flow could brody ya life/
this goes to show, it's tha quiet niggaz that stay brocky/
i'll pull a hole in ya polo jockey/
and u can't stop me, don't care if u a thug or not/
in this rap game, i'm a muthafuckin' jugganaut/
haterz frownin', i'm bout to make sum believers/
i'm hot, believe this, u couldn't be hot with fevers/
y'all cannot defeat this, Philly representative/
sayin' "early" and "holla", cuz i'm representin' kid/
niggaz pursuit me because of my benevolence/
talkin' all juicy? and u can get ya melon spit/
and it's all fact nigga, who wan' test me/
u can wear a round of shells rite where ya chest/
but tha best be me, myself, and I/
test this guy, an' nigga u can rest with God/
(hook)
Da Bull Vic, y'all ain't know he was so sick/
spit flames, everybody stay on tha bull dick/
neva hungry, cuz he stay wit sum full clips/
merk niggaz, cuz he don't fuck wit tha bullshit/
i know u like me, dawg, it don't excite me/
wanna bite me, then turn around and try to fight me/
but naw, Simple prevail, i'm rippin' u all/
spittin' it raw, a lil' nigga, givin' u hell/
ringin' ya bells, rockin' ya jaw, poppin' tha four/
a yung nigga, ready for war, wit' lyrics to sell/
and u can't tell me jack shit, i'll show u how this mack spit/
hit ya frame so hard, it make u do a backflip/
and tha flow be precise, u know that i'm nice/
as easy as rollin' tha dice, i'll brody ya life/
roll with a tight squad that'll fold u tonite/
u had sum nice cards, but u ain't holdin' 'em rite/
so i spit for real, lyrics that would fix up ya grill/
leave more blood flowin' than an exxon spill/
and i do pack steel, rite by tha waist/
so all u hungry niggaz can eat off of my nickel plate/
(bridge)
and i waste y'all niggaz by tha ratio/
drop dudes like bad habits when i blaze tha four/
make sure hell is tha only place you'll go/
cuz y'all niggaz suck like fellatio/
raise tha floor, fuck tha roof, i got proof/
that i came in y'all ears when i fucked tha booth/
so who wan' lose and choose to look foolish/
can solve any problem we got with my toolkit/
u dudes is bullshit, quit, ya nonsense/
ya flow's garbage, and u can't spit ya consonants/
get ya weight or get ya shit ate up/
u can't shine cuz Simple's a rhyme eliminator/
based on tha facts, u just a waste on tha tracks/
all gas, spit a whole 'lot of nuthin' on wax/
tha beast is 'bout to attack and i'm killin' u soft/
even a few g's (fugees) couldn't stop me from pissin' u off/
rap game like whoa, and u lames know/
describe Simple in one werd, "incredible"
immaculate, all u bitches stop cryin'/
Simple tha truth, u sleep, that mean u lyin'/
(hook 2x)
produced by Simple
written by Simple
and all that otha good shit...
