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Sup mayn...ain't much to say here except this is Bravo aka J-Dot here tryna do my thing a little bit and maybe get recognized for it.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #269
Peak in subgenre #146
Author
Bravo
Rights
2006 J Records
Uploaded
October 11, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:15
Lyrics
When I aim the bat,
You ain’t no jay z, but I’ll damn sure make your vision fade to black,
You won’t say you wack,
But I’ll say it for you, little bitch with a audio belt why you fakin that,
When I slay your track,
You better take the belt right outta your sig, give it to me and then face the facts,
I’m takin that,
Audio belt, and you gotta be outta your mind if you think that you could take it back,
If it ain’t for rap,
Your little ass would be in the streets, getting robbed by me and my faithful gat,
Ain’t no fakin that,
This kid done lost his mind wanting to battle Bravo with your basic raps,
I switch up styles, like I switch up bricks,
And you switch up guys, kinda the way I switch up chicks,
And if you wanna do something about me thinking you gay,
Come say it in my face dude I’m 30 minutes away,
yeah I’m from the district, where niggas get slain,
not from Baltimore, where all the bitch niggas remain,
you wish you was hot like me,
I’ll fuck your girl missionary and show you how to be on top like me,
This fucker should clear out,
Cuz unlike the chorus on your song, You ain’t never kill SHIT on a warehouse,
The dudes you beat in your sig, you shouldn’t quote those,
You got wins against Blitz, and a couple of no-shows,
Face it jack,
I’ll be damned if I run from a whiteboy in a cow print baseball cap,
You better start praying to God, Allah, whoever your savior,
When you see me drive by your trailer,
You dirty ass piece of trash, I thought you knew,
You the token white boy, there’s one in every crew,
The mic comes on, I open my mouth, and spit heat,
Your mic comes on, you open your mouth, and spit geek,
I’ma add to your losses I’m done with the fool play,
You already got two L’s like you was cool J,
You thinking you tough,
You got beat by Cense twice he already softened you up,
Ion need to hear your track I gotta hunch you’ll bore me,
This dude been saving 3 months of punches for me,
You gon’ try to batter me, beat me, break me, shatter me,
But you ain’t even worth two shits out the rear of my anatomy,
I ain’t make this track just to diss this kid,
I did this so I could make bob, these listeners heads,
We could duke it out straight til the end,
All that’s gon happen is you gon “SAY HELLO TO MY LIL FRIEND!”
When I first heard you rap I lost my muscle,
Laughin thinking when Vanilla Ice join RapHustle?
Ain’t you posed to be rappin bout homos and vicadin?
You a stunt double for Eminem…. or you just mighta been,
A punk ass wigger who just livin a lie,
I put my hand on the trigger you just itchin to die,
And when I pull it ain’t no worries bout where the shots go,
I’ll tear down this Warehouse and make him a Costco…BITCH
