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itz ya boy Ghat and Iceman
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,580
Peak in subgenre #132
Author
Ghat smack
Rights
Brooklyn HoLLyWooD
Uploaded
June 25, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
diz ya boy GHAT, u know..we made the click so i hadda hopp on a anthem right quick...i aint dat great wit the cool edit2 program so that shit is low budget...
Lyrics
when we come thru, crews be shakin//
cuz they know theres a body droppin wit every move we makin//
so, fools be hatin// cuz they cant play wit the rules we play wit//
trey tucked cuz they cant fuck wit the tools we stay wit//
blazed up they stay stuck in a new p station//
nigga keep that blu an green blazin//
shorties keep them booties shakin//
nice ass tite pants thong on wit gucci lacing//
cant nobody fuck wit us//
when i post up in a club//
niiggas hoes jump on my nuts//
and put ghat in they mouth, NO not the one that i tuck//
i gotta erge 2 nutt, and they managed to help it//
the inside my wallet, look like a fan of the celtics//
ya man is just helpless///
wen i ran wit the teff tips//
aint no shock and awe wen the ghat leave u breathless//
all the niggas in the gang-hold-steel//
chain look like a snow cone, the wrist look like a game-show-weel//
when the tecks bless em ya dead//
im iced from head 2 toe, ill leave a chick iced, just from her head//
when we come thru its mass-histeria//
cuz every nigga pushin a trey, like we in a cafateria//
its mad teffs, airin ya// look what the shotties doin//
crime scene so bloody its hard 2 tell if the bodies human//
squeese the ghat till it cant squeese then cop a new one//
album reach reach the top of the charts den drop a new one//
niggas want beef, i berry em now//
the wips is hott, glissnen watch, got more trix then the cerial aisle//
cuz they know i stay on top of the game//
they all flip, and talk shit, but stay jockin my name//
i stay poppin the 8//
im the type a nigga scheemin fa ohs//
if u fuck wit my cream or my coke//
u catchin slugs the size of tevee remotes//
cuz see we no joke//
dont be scared 2 say you shook//
we the type 2 clapp niggas just cuz we dont like the way u look//
if u want beef, you could face the metal//
my watch look like spreewellz when i rotate the bezzel//
im reachin the top, against all of the odds//
they call us brooklyn holly wood cuz we was born 2 be stars//
if u see us in the street, expect us all 2 be armed//
but aint no love scenes when these bullets fall in ya arms//
somone call and alarm//
cuz we all on fire//
i could drop a mixtape and we could all retire//
but im not, im born 2 live and die in the game//
fly in2 states, and here all the shawties cryin my name//
and the niggas wanna hate, and want beef wit us//
but dont sleep on us// push ya crew back wit 2 gats on each of us//
cuz when it comes 2 blessin the tecks//
u know we claim ghats, and stay strapped like lesbian sex//
niggas love to hate cuz they dont gotta life//
my rhims 22's and i dont even know how 2 drive//
but know how 2 tah rhyme// the reason i stepped in the game//
but niggas sweatin my name, so im quick 2press these tecks ta ya brain//
im fifteen but spit sixteens wit ease//
wanna beef, ill squeese and let these sixteen release//
fuckas, i got this cash rollin in ///
so fall back like bowlin pins or ill leave u wit a swolen grin//
im showin them, that im quick tah fold ya men//
so if u dont keep ghat out ya mouth--
watch out cuz the real ones is goin in...
