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How Ever Do You Want It
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This is when you do you and f*** the rest that are simple...
hiphop rap instrumental underground instrumentals hiphop music brooklyns own ahkmel ahkmel pharod charles kearse brooklyns own ahkmel phar
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Brooklyn's Own AHKMEL PHAROD is a one man band. I produce, create, compose and write everything. I am interested in one day working with a group to collaborate
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Charts
Peak #824
Peak in subgenre #463
Author
Brooklyn's Own AHKMEL PHAROD
Rights
2010
Uploaded
May 25, 2010
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 3:08
Story behind the song
Tired of hearing the same wack ass n*** s on the mic, talking about nothing. You know these ready made contract signing ass n*** s that haven't even seen a sewer or have been to the underground. The poor examples of lyrist who use to many Ru Paul metaphors.
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Verse 1 From LLord Trife to LLord Trigga Ahkmel Pharod Guadala AHK DA GOD I'm much bigga with more pull than any n*** who's packing that heat with no hands and no fingers f*** ing with a slinger who will hinder your growth like a garden cause you kinder now a dead ringer in a pine box no singer left rotten in the open no digger I don't know how these cats couldn't picture that I was 110% before the liquor I'm like the swag before the swigger the money in the bag before them ho's picked up thoughts smooth like silk spits sick and slick like exxon I dear another to come and get his flex on the truth be told by the lips of an ex-con who's harder than porn stars gettin their best on Brooklyn's Own still on the grind and never fronted so come get some this real sh** How ever do you want it Verse 2 You know where to find me in BK gettin my rest on on the same block as smith gettin his wesson You don't really wanna f*** wit a son who don't care show's no remorse and the opposite of fear called ebineezer cuz I don't share with wack ass n*** s who hang out like queers on the mic repping like black chicks with long hair you fake ass b*** es year after year kill me with that weak sh** that non street sh** the pimp talk but at home you got a wife and kids gettin locked up on some ole weak sh** released mad early n*** You's a snitch i know your type from the start to finish you contract rapper Vantriloquist and f*** your ghost rider cuz he aint sh** puppet masters got shook while f*** ing your b*** and yeah I had to go there because I know the deal just ask d'angelo How does it feel Brooklyn's Own still on the grind and never fronted so come get some this real sh** How ever do you want it
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