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itz ya boy Ghat and Iceman
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,027
Peak in subgenre #275
Author
Ghat smack
Rights
Brooklyn HoLLyWooD
Uploaded
July 06, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
www.rapflava.com GHAT(me) vs. Choozen wun
Lyrics
duck down, u know my guns stay squirtin//
u only the chosen wun wen they lookin for a gay person//
i put u under ground like subway cuircits//
trust me it aint worth it, im 2 quick 2 blaze herb kids//
that means you u and ya crew//
im bout ta face the judge, they say its human abuse, what im doin 2 you//
i ripped u, and its only like 8 lines//
fuck a holster ya girl keep GHAT tucked in her waste line///
no need to waste time, u cant do shit to me///
u might as well forfiet and atleast keep ya dignity//
come on u gotta feel me//
i murked u in a audio, imagine if we had real beef//
i pop at ya face, use ya jaw to hold the dums//
i need someone 2 rip and it looks like your the "chosen one"//
when it comes ell's your not rollin none//
but i see ya holdin some//
in ya list of losses//
bullets get thrown at ya face// leave u wit bones outa place//
when the clips is tossen// chrome fift spittin often//
toke nines, blast till the smoke rize and this bitch is coffen//
leave u and ya niggas in a ditch in coffens// when i fift is sparkin//
watch the how the hardest niggas soften// i merk niggas and i did it often//
i cant believe u wanted to test me//
u clame u the chosen one, witch one is it, keano or jetli//
u either a skinny white dude or a chinaman//
my guns is like bad workers, everytime i get mad i fire them//
how'd ya like a clip in you nigga//
cuz my team move wit more pounds than fat people, and rich english niggas//
you nothin but wack rapper//
i blast at ya//
i wonder whos gonna lose this match, i choose you like ash katchem//
u dont wanna see me lightin the heat//
imma full time hustla, it dont gotta be snowin 2 see me pushin white in the street//
i fight wit the heat// cuz my fists get tired//
after this battle i sugjest that u just retire//
u dont wanna be the aim of the jokes//
if u try 2 hide ill aim at ya fokes//
im the type 2 spray atcha home//
i only like ya girl for 2 things, the brain and the dome//
the way that she bone//
plus she get down like a nigga when she sprayin the crome//
fuck rocks, i get a watch and lace it wit boldas//
let bullets shake in ya sholdas//
dam son, face it its ova//
niggas is bunz//
hit em quick fast, get wip lashed, when im spittin bullets as big as ya thumb//
scripts i flip em and run//
fuck ya pride nigga, ill leave u swallowin the tip of the gun//
my mic is golden//
aint no fair play in this game, u might get folded//
when u catch slugs bigga then the mic ya holdin//
u losin this match, what could you do to me//
u a lil nigga, holla at me once u hit puberdy///
u wack, thats right nigga u heard me//
look at ya voice u sound like u still in the thirdgrade//
ill eat u, but im not livn dead///
u want some base in ya voice heres a hint, stop givin head//
duck down, cuz the hammers will let go///
i have 2 admit, i was a little scared till i heard ya battle wit retro//
i thought u would be spittin it harder//
then u dissed micheal jackson, come on son how u dissin ya father//
be real son, u cant be steppin tah me//
when u sound like a older version of elmo from sesame street//
u dont push tecks in the street//
plus half ya verse was missin the beat//
and u think u messin wit me//
u must me causin alotta laughter//
u shud join comic view, u sound like a a comedian not a rappa//
if i see u, ull just get smacked//
u think u really gully on tracks///
but u sound like a tele tubbie on crack//
im banned from rappin cuz i burn men//
so imma hafta cut it short, holla at me when u turn ten//
