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virtuosic
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Genre
Charts
Peak #1,447
Peak in subgenre #55
Author
Virtuosic
Rights
2004
Uploaded
January 17, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:39
Lyrics
Verse 1(Artilery):
these niggaz tryna hol the man up i roll your plans up//
only medal on your waiste there to hold ya pants up//
foes jus cant duck i tremble and crash satan//
wit 2 pumps,my pockets resemble a gas station//
im that patient,faggots know im movin these clips//
snitches movin they lips end up wit tools to they bitch//
if u brains dont drop ima pull to they drip//
ill bumbard u wit clips and send 2 to your click//
im rude & im sick,ull get found underground soilder//
ill explode ya crown,down pounds wit the brown scopa//
for now this rounds over ima take ya town ova//
paper made nigga,oragamy,make the pound fold ya//
this state iz now colder yall spit long lies//
put the medal to your neck like the clip on ties//
if this on live then ill stick on flies//
u aint got the balls trick why ya bitch on mine//
Verse 2(Lightweight):
yo I pop Of Gunz that I hold in Each My hand,
yoll niggaz is stupid im try to Reach my Planz,
Leave You Speechless Fam the Heat Spits Clams,
We got more cheese than a Fucken Pizza Man,
Yoll aint touchin My Pockets, I Clutch it and Cock It,
Leave you Stuck In a Coffin, Im lawyers is Tuff as a Cockren,
Each one of my SLugs get it Poppin,
If i aint got the Snub then Im Boxin,
But most of the TIme Im Focused and i Hold Chrome,
got my own crib yoll soaked up in a Hoe's Home,
Shatter Cowards and Put em Closer to the Ozone,
Im the new kid cuz the Best is Gone,
Mostly Freestyle but I write I never Rest My arm,
If they want beef ima Send to a Restaurant,
Cowards and Dummies get wet up thinkin its funny then Get up,
Rubber Bands Keep my money togeather,
Like I said we got pleanty of Chedder,
Hustlas mad at the kid cuz i got that Gumbo Cain,
And my Gun Blow Pain, have you missin in the Sun or Rain,
This shit aint fun or Games,
See me Hittin more Blocks than Mutombo's Games
Verse 3 (Virtuosic):
fuckin wit virt? thats how wigs get pushed back
actin stupid get you clapped with the mac
virtuosic in his prime, im blastin my 9
my flow like insanity, got you losing your mind
put the "pipe" in niggas mouths like they playin the flute
wankstas dont really do what they preach in the booth
whole family gangsta, yeah even my nephew poppin his gat
semi autos and teks yeah of course i got that
usin the ak to spray every which way
shell's leave cracks in your heart like valentines day
make sure when you talkin to me you speakin with respect
cuz one shot'll have you eatin n breathin through ya neck
frontin and actin tough? nigga that'll get you plugged
get stomped and beat down,you still think you a thug?
slugs in ya chest will make you fall, gasp n crawl
put the "pump" in ya "hole" like a deflated basketball
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