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Pop! Pop! Pop! (Young-Chin)
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Me and my homie Young-chin on a rock it productions beat. He does first n third verse, i do second and we share the hook. I mixed this sh***
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..
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Author
Happyface Killer
Rights
2006
Uploaded
February 22, 2007
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:00
Lyrics
You niggas is like scarface you playin a part Ill play director a cut you’re whole fuckin scene short You like a sport the way you get played This is the end ya days toxic hot shit when I spit you get sprayed The slick shit I say have you feelin like you dyin of aids Im 19 this is now my comin of age Don’t front ill leave you headless like icabob craine My flows not to be slept on like bed’s wit cum stains You running things well this is a fuckin takeover Get on you’re knees and praise me like you just witnessed Jehovah I know I come off being a little too cocky But on the real who the fuck is gon’ stop me Its a Friday night shit I know ur ass is home My bullets will break bones multiple shots is thru ya dome You know famous for being da dumbest nigga ever known Cause when I buck shots you didn’t get down like the syndrome Fuck spitting a sixteen, i rather spit in your face fuck putting you on, i rather put you in your place dawg we Pop Pop Pop!, we to real for this We on our way to the top, you better feel this shit few hours back i killed a crackhead n took his rocks i take your shit n walk, kinda like crooked cops couple years in the game n still aint signed still fuck girls n shoot nines at the same time its game time! i never come with a lame rhyme you aint happyface killing, boy that names mine some wanna puff dimes, some doing caine lines n some hate their lives n wish they can change time me? i aint no weak fuck doing fake crime i'm quick to flip n show you my insane mind you dont wanna see it, its better you stay blind from the moment i rhymed, know that i came fine i'm doing my thing, aint caring if men grind yall could't get money if your name was ben stein men say they hard, man they lying to us" these are fake ballers, i see them riding the bus your hood not gangsta, its wanksta only death on your block is old ladies dying from cancer your boy hfk, he was real from day one he knows a few hitmen n hes ready to pay one or immado it myself, its the life i live i dont like this biz, i'll take your wife n kids money isnt necessary, i'll pee on your gold i'm just a motherfucker known for being so cold Fuck spitting a sixteen, i rather spit in your face fuck putting you on, i rather put you in your place dawg we Pop Pop Pop!, we to real for this We on our way to the top, you better feel this shit I am the street dream wtf do you mean? You always find green on me like a celtics jersey Im talkin to yall no money talks cause yo bank is small You couldn't ball out even if you had some holes in ya draws I knew dis bad bitch tryna front like she was never tryna fuck After a month she just decided to call me up Talkin bout how her ex-man was always tryin to control her I told her don’t worry baby cause im a consouler She said fuck dat shit all she wanted dick Im like seen why don’t you come over in a lil bit I was like word up as we proceeded to fuck Tried to pull some slick shit and put it all in her butt Shes like damn the dick had bitch feelin gassed Prolly cause im in more pussy than maxi pads After the fact She had the nerve to ask me if I loved her I was like you’s ho dats y doubled up on the rubber Fuck spitting a sixteen, i rather spit in your face fuck putting you on, i rather put you in your place dawg we Pop Pop Pop!, we to real for this We on our way to the top, you better feel this shit
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