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20 - Battle Me
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DIGITALLY REMASTERED !!!!! Underrated Productions...S.I.C.K. Q: who wanna battle? A: No one. that's f***in right.
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Reality. I spit it how I live it. I DO ME. CEC WHAT UP!
THE MIXTAPE IS FINISHED EMAIL - DRUNKENDRAGONDTX3@YAHOO.COM IF U FEENIN FOR A COPY HOLLER. 20 and Silent E together we form C.E.C HOLLA AT MY BOY's SOUNDCLICK PAGE: Silent E "The One" -- http://www.soundclick.com/bands/9/silentedemo2music.htm HOLLA AT NEEK, he's an ill Emcee reppin homestate Dub A, holla 253 up in thiz -- http://www.soundclick.com/bands/0/neekanjekylmusic.htm
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #2,097
Peak in subgenre #984
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December 10, 2004
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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**Yah Yah ** ROUND ONE i intend to stack millions, bitchez call me da Real Villian i have more hits on da West Side den gang-related killings Dirty Samurai kill wit Two Dezert Eagles and a Katana My shit iz bannanas hotta den rockin forty bandannas trapped down in Santa Anna, wrapped in cotton pajamas that's how hot i Be, like summa days in Alabama break ankles like my name wuz Hot Sauce from And 1 afta bein named da top emcee im askin NOw Whut? i cut fagatz up worse den drugdealers and crack Heat lika iN Miami, dey say itz da Shaq Attack Break backs, and spit fluidly itz not smart to beef wit me like poker i'll have u foldin ya hand so willingly cuz like Wu Tang i bring da Fuckin Ruckus and Pain i flow like dope in ya veins or like coke in ya brainz my styles stays phat liek Obese Bitchez wit Elephanttitis da tru king of hiphop got da golden touch like Midas Sip Tequila Smoke Reefer stay strapped wit 2 heaters havin sweaty sex in a two-seater with twin senoritas *huff huff* ROUND TWO Drillin deze fagatz harda den tools from Black-n-Decker Rockin G-Unit sneakers. my voice comin oucha speaker If u fuckin wit my life im rushin widda rusty knife my clique stays tight, like nas i only need one mic damn right i be sippin gin and tonic flow so fast and twista-like u swore my tongue was supersonic brains spilt ova da road like sauce from spaghetti ya'll aint ready my words cut ill lika machete wit precisse attackin my hussle? thers no slackin wit smooth rappin dey call me da lyrical assasin wit gats i stay blastin cant wait for satisfaction cuz i kungfu deze fakes like crouching tiger, hidden dragon u aint a baller, shotcaller cuz im da one callin da shots cuz im like tea kettles when im bubbling Hot i breathe flame, cut like razorblades when dey hit frames chokin whacks wid dey own chains, my style u cant contain u cant be wrong wit precise sniper rifle aim im runnin da game, remember 20 bitch betta get da name *skit* *Round Three* *Round Three* *Final Round* Yall fagats are targets, gittin hit like an open market dro, blow, flows, hoes, that's all in my department im stupendous wit hits, yall can be my eye-witness git out my business, i raise da dead and heal like Jesus i got crack rocks stashed in my socks, i rock-n-shock em i aint a blood or crip but i got mad love in compton i spit a mean sixteen yall know my caliber fuck ya sistaz and muthaz, wonchu holla at MY brutha i got this coke woah, that'll blow ya fuckin nose wit eyes close, burn like nitro call me a fuckin psycho lika horse im well hung, gittin groupie hugs and love why u gotta mean mug? i rush wit tonz of gunz back in da black sippin jack and cognac swing thru ya cadillac widda fuckin heavy battle axe gittin caderacs and fuck ya money i dont giva smack i will SHit on u like the exit to my intestinal tract and if yall got love for me, reppin the 2-5-3 tell me u feelin Warren G and Silent E of da C-E-C
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