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Original Hip Hop Music. Sex, Money Drugs, Violence, Beef... The usual.
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Kickin
Lyriks
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:53
Lyrics
AYO ITS SATURDAY AUGUST 18TH ROUND NOON,
WAKING UP WITH A BITCH "GIRL WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU",//
"BOY U DON'T REMEMBER ME? WE MET AT CLUB COOL,
LAST NIGHT WE GOT DRUNK AND LEFT THE CLUB AROUND 2,//
WHEN SHE SAID ROUND 2 I REMEMBER BOUT MY TOURNAMENT,
MY BATTLE VERSE IS DUE TONIGHT AND I WROTE A WORD OF SHIT,//
HOME GIRL LEANED A BIT CLOSER FOR A LIL KISS,
AND SAID "I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE WAKIN UP WITH RECKLISS,"//
THEN I SAID CONFUSED "LOOK I DUNNO YA DAMN NAME,
BUT IF U CHILLIN HERE BITCH U BETTER FIX SOME PANCAKES,''//
SHE HOPPED UP OUT THE BED AND LET THAT SEXY ASS BOUNCE,
BRUSHED MY TEETH WENT ON LYRIC KINGS AND LOGGED IN MY ACCOUNT,//
GOT UNREAD MESSAGES FROM THIS NIGGAS SHOWSTYLEZ,
TALKIN MAD SHIT ABOUT HOW I'M ABOUT TO GO DOWN,//
THEN I FUCKED AROUND AND PEEPED HIS MYSPACE PROFILE,
THIS KID IS SO GARBAGE YET HE STILL TALKIN SO WILD,//
DON'T THIS KID KNOW WHO THE TOP EMCEE IS,
I GOT MAD HEATED SHOULDNT BEEN SO WEEDED,//
THIS WEEK I AINT ABOUT TO LOSE MY UNDEFEATED WINNIN STREAK,
CUZ EVERYBODY KNOW I'M THE ILLEST IN THE INDUSTRY,//
I GOTTA CALM DOWN AND RIP A FUCKIN BEAT NOW,
NO TIME TO WRITE SO IMMA MURK THIS NIGGA FREESTYLE,//
SET MY SHIT TO RECORD WALKED TO THE BOOTH YO,
SAW SUM SHIT WIT MY EYES BUT IT COULDNT BE THE TRUTH THO,//
RAN TO THE KITCHEN SAID "WHAT YOU DID STUPID HO"
"I AINT BREAK YA MICROPHONE U FUCK ME IN THE STUDIO,"//
"YOU NUTHIN BUT GROUP BITCH THIS IS YOUR FAULT,
YOU DON'T WANNA SEE RECKLISS COMMIT A DAMN ASSAULT,//
GET YO ASS IN THE ROOM GIRL WE GOT SUM SHIT TO DO,
I'MMA KILL ME RAPPER AND YO ASS COMMIN TO,"//
SHE SAID "DON'T WORRY BOO I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU,
CALM DOWN YOU GON RAISE YO BLOOD PRESSURE THRU THE ROOF,"//
OPEND UP MY CLOSET PULLED OUT 2 GLOCKS,
AND THIS BAT SIGNED BY THIS PLAYER FROM THE RED SOCKS,//
GRABBED THE KEYS AND THE BITCH PULLED AROUND WITH THE WHIP,
WHILE I DROVE HAD SHORTY ROAD SUCKIN ON MY DICK,//
PULLED UP IN FRONT STYLEZ CRIB PARKED REAL QUCIK,
BUST A NUT IN SHORTY MOUTH AND SHE SWALLOWED ALL OF IT,//
I SAID LOOK STAY HERE IF SOME ONE COME HONK THE HORN,
TOOK A GAT AND THE BAT AND HEADED FOR THE BACK DOOR,//
CREPT INSIDE THE HOUSE MAD QUIET LIKE A MOUSE,
BEFORE I WALKED UPSTAIRS I DECIDE TO LOOK AROUND,//
SAW A PICTURE OF STYLEZ WITH A GUY LAYIN DOWN,
SPOONIN AND SHIT MAN I SEEN EVERYTHING NOW,//
NOW I AINT JUST MURKIN FOR BEING WACK AT RAPPIN,
I GOTTA KILL THIS NIGGA CUZ HE A RAPPIN FAGGOT,//
WENT UP TO HIS ROOM KICKED DOWN THE DOOR SON,
BECAUSE I HEARD HIM DISS ME OVER MOBB DEEP SHOOK ONES,//
I PULLED DA DAMN TRIGGER SHOT HIM DA LEG,
RAISED DA BAT ABOVE MY HEAD AND BEAT STYLEZ BLOODY RED,//
NOW HIS BODY ON THE FLOOR AND CARPET ALL SOAKED
THE MIC WAS STILL RECORDING SO I DROPPED A QUICK FLOW,//
STYLEZ YOU A DEAD MAN, PISS ME OFF LIKE A BED PAN,
THATS WHY I BEAT YOU WIT THIS BAT IN MY LEFT HAND,//
HE WAS JUST A FAG HE WASNT REAL HE JUST PRETEND,
CHILLIN WIT HIS MANS THE ONLY TIME HE EVER GOT AHEAD,//
PUT MY RHYME ON LYRIC KINGS TOLD THEM FOLKS TO VOTE UP,
JUST ABOUT TO LEAVE AND GUESS WHO THE FUCK SHOWED UP,//
HIS FRUITCAKE BOYFRIEND I SHOT HIM DOWN QUICKLY,
BEFORE HE GO THE CHANCE TO PICK A VASE UP AND HIT ME,//
I WALKED OUTSIDE AINT SEEN MY RIDE,
INSTANTLY MY EYES TURNED RED LIKE FIRE,//
THEN I SAW SHAWTY PULLED OVER TO THE SIDE,
SHE SAID I HONK THE HORN ABOUT 4 OR 5 TIMES//
"LOOK I DON'T WANNA KILL YOU, YOU A RIDE OR DIE CHICK,
BUT PULL SUM SHIT LIKE THAT AGAIN IM GONNA EMPTY OUT THIS CLIP,//
NOW PULL UP IN THE DRIVEWAY GET UP OUT THE WHIP,
YOU GON HELP ME BURRY STYLEZ AND HIS FAGGOT ASS BITCH,"//
DRAGGED THE BODIES TO THE BACK FOUND A SHOVEL IN THE SHED,
TO THE BROAD TO START DIGGIN OR I'LL BURRY HER INSTEAD,//
