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We Don't Give A F*** Ft. JR and Young-Chin
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Straight flames on this track. Dub's attic on the beat. One of the best collabs i been on. Jr on verse 1, Young chin on verse 2 and i come in last. Me and Young-Chin hook. Some sh*** to listen to before cracking skulls open
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker! - - I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #915
Peak in subgenre #389
Author
Happyface Killer
Rights
2006
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January 31, 2007
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:19
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Yeah, This track goes out to all yall, all yall claiming the underground cant rap. I got Jr up in here, clevelands fucking finest, you heard? We also got Young Chin in the motherfucking building. holding it d down. someone Call the fire department dawg. cause we about to shoot flames no doubt hahah. Big ups to dubs attic for the beat, they dont make em like this no more. enough talking Let's get wrekless up in this bitch bitch ass faggots, get dropped, popped n cracked quit saying that your men stop the cops with gats you dont rock the block with macs n as a matter a fact, yall faker than a pornstars rack kiss my cornhole crack, you act like heavy killers i know cats who shoot long range like reggie miller never came from the hood but got a criminal mind punches n elbows is what these individuals find dont shit talk, might come through your door soon n get a lawsuit n start shooting up the courtroom my way of life shows i dont give a damn man jack a grand am, make you vanish like sandman launch you in water, see you endure an alligator my guns bust fast like a premature ejaculator let's box, i kill you n even the ref youd say my rhymes n flow are ill even if you def we dont give a fuck if you tell us you got guns really dont matter to us if you tell us you got tons you can tell us that you sprayin but we see through it Professional dealer yea you call me ‘Mr. Pusher’ I got you touching’ the flo’ like da knees of hooker O’s str8 from my link you know its grind time Got my buyers hooked and pinned like they was clotheslines You ain’t into this shit im like the internet Connect spots and pop those posing’ like they be innocent Dis street shit I been in it I used pull gats on cats make em come up out they lac One false move and I’m letting bullets fly from out the mac Dump ya body where nobody bitch ass at Gully-sitting, mean mugging, dudes swearing that they thuggin But you like sigfreed and roy Kissing and ass fucking My homies don’t play dat and we don’t fuck with lames Come to my hood and catch like balls at a soccer game Im lyrically rude I be shitting dues Quicker then Olsen twins be spit up dey food
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