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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #870
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
Pelon
Uploaded
September 23, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:42
Lyrics
Down on the streets we need to seek the heat to keep the peace
Free of remorse, of course, and leave our source secure
From all the freaks that creep under me
Got the sight to see like an eagle
Played tactics niggas tired fakes running asleep
Like the Mexi(can) flag, keeping snakes under my feet
Cats gunning the weak, stay awaiting trouble in health
Females must be nuts the way I keep them under my belt
Pummeled in wealth, from dealing these rocks
Jouromeo raps about his life but no one's feeling his drops
Kneelin to cocks he's the meaning of flop, living or not,
I ain't no Doc(tor) but I'll smithin your block and be giving you shots
(JT) You dont really want it you just another faggot bitch
I'm Captain Pimp, Pelon get's more Triccs (Trix) then 'The Rabbit's' Kids
It's a habit (shit) I'm having it, crafting it,
Unique talent handed by God (The father), me you see I handled your mom
Having sex all night yeah that bitch can last a while
Making jokes about you, so we chilled and laughed a while
Past Desires, gas on fire, Pyro__ Py-Hoe
Master lyer, grasping childs, you still couldn't pacifire (pass a fire)
Gunning it? Please kid you ain't really running shit
When I leave you grounded I ain't talking about punishment
Your ugly chicks, copping snow and always sniffing through heads
Like fat kids in little clothes, always see me ripping these threads
Twisting your legs, killing, spilling the red
I aint speaking on hugry people when I'm pissing on Feds (feed)
Like H.O.D in the street always running passed undercover
You only hate God 'cause he made you an ugly ass motherfucker
Another sucker DipSetKilla (DSK) white boy getting slept on,
It's like you're finished smoking the way your sigs (cigs) are getting stepped on
Respect gone, trying to be the best again, check the wins
I seen better borders down south jumping with the Mexicans
Blessing sin, sucker rap, you placed singing the carols
The way I clip your game it's like I'm bringing the staples
If you're able, take the table, you know that I'm sterile
You can call me Diddy Kong the way I'm sending the barrels
Up on my game, say I'm passed the nicest,
Relaxed and tight (yes), I don't have to write text,
You trash a flightless, Pelon's back and righteous,
Get down, I'm throwing diss counts (discount) like half off prices
Smack your wife bitch, to settle the narcs,
You meeting up with the cops, you better not talk
Better not start, getting cheddar at dark, *semi* at heart
Caught? Never at all, grinding, holding more weight than the Incredible Hulk
