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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #36
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
Skrybe
Rights
2006
Uploaded
January 24, 2008
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:11
Story behind the song
are we there yet?
Lyrics
This nigga neezy doesn’t want beef
Fuck is this guy talkin bout the streets
When he rides his tricycle on the sidewalk
And hes not ballin, I stunt on niggas
Thinking they J nice, im the type to dunk on niggas
You gotta pray at night, that punks don’t kick the side of face in
get down on ya knees and realize its god that you facin
and im hopin this guy here is playin
Cuz you talkin bout image, you must thought niggas forgot you rocking fake
Ya gear is all types of fraudulent
when cats say they poppin tags they usually mean the one with the prices on it
ya whole life is garbage, oh you
didn’t know your steez fell apart at the seems same as your clothes do
i told you we don’t believe in what you speaking
you a fake jay and I aint even peepin your variant sneakers
I bury this geek in the dirt
Online he’s a gangster with hard rhymes but on Sunday he’s singin in church
You wanted to perp, but the fact is, you aint slingin the work
You a faggot who likes grabbin niggas packages
Braggin bout the myspace bitches you be baggin
Cuz they asses look attractive but they faces all be wack as shit
You need to have a grip, sgt slaughter said he wants his jacket back
While you at it give him back his chin
This aint a stab at your dreds, but if you tried to grow beard
You gonna need more hair than you have on your head
This cat’ll be dead when we square up
You callin nim a fag you makin threads about havin the cutest haircut
How you the cutest dude on the net STOP.
Like you aint the same dude caught
viewing trannies on his desktop
and I aint lying that’s real, the only thing in greater question
than your sexual preference would be your rap skill
half of ya lines sound bitten and ya flow would be dope if you freestyle it
but im clowning cuz I know its written
this what you get when the noise comes
you couldn’t stand the heat, instead of leaving the kitchen you bought a toy gun
and you was bitchin when I bought you a ticket to come and see me
cuz they didn’t have you seated on a short bus
you bout to get your wish, feeling suicidal
Imma help you take a short bus ride over a fuckin cliff
You fuckin with this is cunnilingus
Let me see you throw your corny gang sign once I come and break your fuckin fingers
Its nuthin G in your heart, imposter at glance
You deserve an oscar for acting like you had a chance
I might out-work you at that
Cuz imma smoke a j to the roach and then play the role of the fuckin Orkin Man
And you a thug not, what you think ya proving with them guns cocked
With that spongebob in your mugshot
I wanna send this geek home but its funny shit
Looking at that ice cream cone stuck under his lip
Im pretty sure the kid is retarded, and hes gonna lose
But before he do, let him spit his 4 minutes of garbage
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