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Get In Touch Wit Kidd
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Lil Kidd .. tha PUNCHLINE KING! Queens own PROBLEM CHILD!
blah blah... aka Lil Kidd. Strict Poverty da squad. "Lil Kidd - VERBAL GRAFFITI" ---IMPORTANT--- I AINT POSTIN NO MO TRACKS HERE.. SHIT TAKE TOO LONG.. JUS GET AT ME FOR ALL DA NEW SHIT.. 'EARLY
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Genre
Beats Rap
Charts
Peak #917
Peak in subgenre #692
Author
Lil Kidd
Uploaded
June 28, 2004
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Yo, When we cum thru da block, we harass the rest/ We on top of da game, as we suprass the best/ Hold ta flex, while I work wit dissin/ Cuz I cut dicks like you, like a circumision/ Wut you want me ta say, wut I spray, I meant it/ Wen it cums ta girls, I get in ta dere mouths like dentists/ Come on God, da tec's will spray ya/ While I get in ta girls ass's like toliet papa/ I hate you niggas. so ima floor ya once/ My shells aint chicken pox, you can catch it more than once/ I spit led, eat dough, ta shit bread/ Cuz yall dudes is pussy, n ma bullets is dickheads/ Hate da Kidd, ima say you mental/ Convert guns ta Buddhisim, ta pray at ya temple/ Bring out da nines, you cood bet its over/ Bullets like shampoo, cuz it'll hit ya Head N Shoudlers/ Im ready ta go, n I'm ready ta flow/ Like sticks in night clubs, ma jewls is ready ta glow/ Try ta blow, n ride these man/ Cuz I'll put a red dot on ya head, like the Chinese Flag/ Too bad for yalls, now you heads are pitted/ Against da Kidd, who gets mo head than fitteds/ So conceal ya weight, before I seal ya fate/ Ya CD gets a life-in-prision, cuz theres no relase date/ Its over, so ima kill ya circle/ Get a shell in ya back, like a Nija Turtle/ Confuse ya mind, cuz I stay wit dem tricks/ Like ya average mexican dogg, I stay wit dem bricks/ Stay wit dem hits, as I put stakes on em/ Wit bullets dat fly, like dey got capes on em/ I spray shit, n weigh it, you know you hate this/ Dat da Kidd himself, got mo green than Matrix/ Mutha Fucka.. It's over now, ima speak da truth/ With a fire-proof suit, ima heat da booth/ I got bombs at dawn, n guns at noon/ A type of a Kidd, who gets mo tounge than spoons/ Its over dogg, so jus rewind ya life/ N Fuk 23, cuz im the Wizard behind the Mic (Mike)/ Who got punchlines, ima sit on the throne/ Put ma dick in her tone, n make a split in ya dome/ Put a clip in ya bone, n try ta beat mines/ I walk around, wit nines the size of street signs/ Im kinda tipsy, so please lift me home/ I'm mo harder ta get past, than Kidney Stones/ Mix black wit white, now you mingilin roots/ I got tree's on me, like a pair of Timberland boots/ So with that, ima diminsh the cost/ Jus flip the switch, n imma finish it off/ Mutha Fucka..
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