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I'm Just One Guy who used to be in a group but it didn't work out , but it's all good i can get more on my own than going nowhere with a group.
One Of the best rappers un-signed
1 man army
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #12,346
Peak in subgenre #7,821
Author
Eyes Only/Eyes Only
Rights
David Lee
Uploaded
June 12, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I'm just tired of fake thugs lying or people I know who rap saying fuck this and shooting guns and hoes and there wearing converse or wear the same clothes everyday, I want to make fun of everybody who needs to come back to reality.
Lyrics
(chorus)
fake G's be talkin that
blah blah blah
cornballs be talkin that
blah blah blah
Gay Ghost be talkin that
blah blah blah
He don't wanna see get that
4 ta 5
I'm Like Excuss me miss
can I come
Hold on let me go in the trunk
1 minute let me grap that pump
I gotta
(verse 1)
It's K I Illah
when this hit come on
It's Like thriller
Hicks In the stix start throwing up bows
crips on the strip start throwing up doe
bloods on the grind start throwing up signs
fake niggaz in the club start hiding they shine
we tell our hoes we work for sanitation
when we runnig drug operations
we tell our moms we going on vacation
when we out of town getting product from the haitsans
I move like a shadow so often
I got frequent flyer miles on the barrel
slugs will travel threw ya body like blood
till ya soul fly up
till ya mama can't see you but you ca see her
I got fifty hits in my matchbox(hot book of rhymes)
you wanted competition I told you ask not
or you shall recieve arriveth it was me
you brougt forth an opponent you cannot defeat
(chorus)
cornballs be talkin that blah blah blah
juice be talkin that blah blah blah
zima be talkin that blah blah blah
they'll dont wanna see me spit that
tech ta 9
I'm Like excuse miss can I come
hold on let me on in the trunk
1 minute let me grap that pump
(verse 2)
1st off don't talkin puttin niggaz in hearse
when the logo on your shoes is labeled converse
don't rehearse your lines and call it a freestyle
don't go to central booking and claim the green mile
don't say you hit a chick and all you got was a hug
don't rock bandanas when u are not a thug
dont call me on the phone then when we face off
you take off cause you know I move like adolf
or seargeant slaughter my tools paid in full
you fools got shanks on back order
you cant see me you are just a stalker
if its me you addressing you better think thrice
cause we outnumber you four ta 1
flash wasn't gone blast but he chose ta run
that's our allaby
OK maybe thats ah lie
but he shouldn't be talkin that blah blah blah
he should've stuck to his 9-5
(chorus)
cornballs be talkin that blah blah blah
gay ghost be talkin that blah blah blah
fake G's be talkin that blah blah blah
he dont wanna see me get that 4-5
I'm Like excuse miss Can I come
Hold on let me go in that trunk
1 minute let me grap that pump
I gotta kill that punk
You Know
(verse 3)
Infidel from hell check my personnel
straight criminals mental assasin
if you askin whose rappin I'ts SZ(smartz)
You'll wan test me this game for ages 20 and Up
You cant play wit us we too dangerous
It get real when my shells clab(collaberate)
when my steel try to lodge some
he dodge them I gotta admit camoflouge trick me
but all he did was piss me off
now I foul and 1 wit my handgun
run his legs cant but his blood did
strange to see nigga slip
He was only speaking slick
now you ca see his vowels movin out his bowels
somebody get ah towel
wipe the pea up
roll ya sleeves up Call D up
conseill all the evidence
bribe all the residence
you sloppy I'm Organized
address me in a low tone nigga
by smartz or corleone, nigga
fakes talkin that blah blah blah
naw let the beat on out
naw nigga let the beat on out
we done
