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Battles, Source, Freestyles, Hip Hop, Rap, Commercial, Mainstream, Underground
Get At Me.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,126
Peak in subgenre #231
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
July 16, 2006
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:08
Story behind the song
Young Buck - "Stomp"
Lyrics
Click Clack, I'm strapped so you better duck / Cuz Da Source, is hung, young and ahead of Buck
So fuck you nigga's who wanna hate a different style / Nigga's call me sauce, yeah I'm hot, but this bitch is mild
I'm finna wild out, prolly fly to the South / Why you sound country, but ya flow drier than a drought
I been about rhymes, hooks and bars / I pack steel, so I jack wheels, crooks and cars
So lookin' hard will only get cha pride hurt / Homie when the nine squirt, say Goodbye to God's Earth
I'm the first to drop, and last to go / A flash and glow, I'm here to claim this bastard so
You cats should know, my big thangs spray shells / Watch me father this nigga and literally raise Hell
I blaze L's, you just smoke loose cigarettes / I been to Hell and back, I'm the host, you're a guest
I'll fuck ya baby mama raw, and make the baby sick / I'm crazy bitch, you a Razor, yeah a Lady Schick
I play wit cliques and thieves, I shit in sprees / Disagree, I'm ringin bells like Christmas Eve
Who sick as me, nobody and that's the truth / Detatch my boot, I insert and eject ya tooth
I rest my roof, same place I rest my head / So where is you? Same place I left my lead
Now you're dead, my punchline fights to win / It goes straight to Hell, like it lived a life of sin
Bite ya chin, better yet, hold ya tongue / Before I treat you like golf and put a hole in one
Ya soul is done, you bitch niggas run right? / That's why I'd never bring Razor to a gun-fight
I spun light off the top of my dome / And kissed yo ass good-night, wit a pop of the chrome
I'm not goin home, ya dome finna get the iron / Cuz you only use ya trigga finger for identifyin
I ain't lyin', but I'm tryin' so dude let's go / You never get outta pocket like Drew Bledsoe
You best show ya peeps maps, we got ours / Cuz we in the streets like open doors on parked cars
I spark hard, so I murk sluts and dirt ducks / Put you in the hospital hurtin' where the nurse touch
Ya verse sucks, while my melody flows / So Source can see the bitch in Hell like Emily Rose
Ahead of these ho's, I'm rumblin' for the fight / Why ya name Razor wit cuts dull as a butterknife
You fuckin trife, so I might let the gun shine / Beef, and the heat raise in sight like the sunrise
I stun eyes, plus I'm nice as shit / But you a dead fuckin faggot, cuz Life's a Bitch
[HOOK] x2
You ain't down, you a clown, Get Cho Ass Stomped
You got ran outta town, Get Cho Ass Stomped
So come around, and ya bound to Get Cho Ass Stomped
I hear em talkin', but they all can Get They Ass Stomped
[HOOK]
You want proof of who the truth, just ask who heard me / I blast dude, you wasn't even in the last two tourney's
I smash you early, ride along I know you need that / The microphone the only thing supplying you feedback
So lean back, relax and jus chill homie / My dick in the mouth of the South just like a grill homie
You still want to me lose, I spew nice and hot / Time to rock, I only got four minutes like Avant
Don't ride my jock, dog I put shells to foes / I guess the world about to end because Hell is froze
Welp ya know, Source is amazing wealth / Fuck Hell Razor, I'm an atheist who shaves himself
I'll blaze ya health, sparks fatal, sit in a sling / He wanna be an Arch Angel, I'ma give him his wings
Listen to me, I'm winnin' this, I ain't done yet / So you bout to be the only one leavin thats upset
