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B-Delinquent feat Aznfab - Word Up
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Beat by the dining room, such a beautiful thing..straight up raw hardcore rap
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Delinquent Inc, Hip-hop general reality rap
Wattup ya'll...Welcome to our page, feel free to click around and don't forget to leave feedback after checkin' out our material. Members consisting of: - B-Delinquent(founder) - G-Romeo - Elevate (Reppin' Mouth Of Madness) - Aznfab www.soundclick.com/bdelinquent (B-Delinquent Solo page)
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #280
Peak in subgenre #12
Author
B-Delinquent & Aznfab
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Delinquent Inc
Uploaded
August 06, 2005
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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B-Delinquent (Verse 1) First off i ain't never seen a girl like you/ Baby girl tell me whatchu came to do/ By the way it's Bi the Don/ So many muthaf*kaz wanna see me gone/ But i will move on/ my spirit lives on Like the soul of Makaveli/ but don't get me wrong Ooh wee, now let me see ya/ uh ah, i wouldn't wanna be ya/ Wouldn't wanna catch a bullet straight to ya dome/ With the sawed-off shotgun I'm sendin ya home/ Better leave it alone, homeboy you a fake/ You gon' find yourself at the bottom of the lake/ Now take whatchu got and quickly get the f*ck away from me/ fore' i put you in the graveyard/ change your status to deceased/ and i come thru/ run thru lick shots/ Word to mother I'mma shoot till I hit spots/ word to father i'mma kill any man in my way/ word up word up/ that's how I play/ With my dawgs all day/ On the block wit the glock/ we run these streets alone/ f*ck wit Delinquent Life/ I'll break your muthaf*ken bones/ Yea you dealin' wit the realest/ with a buncha killers/ makin money muthaf*kaz gotta feel it/ If you really wanna test/ if you really wanna die/ got a hand full of heat/ and I'mma let you fry/ Dear Lord if you hear me/ tell me why/ when I suffer so hard you won't let me die/ now the pain got me spinin' round and round/ got me goin' down like what the f*ck matters now/ all you wannabe pricks and ya hunni-b chicks, i ain't never met a muthaf*ken son of a b*tch/ as great as you/ so I ain't hatin' you/ I'd rather be hood/ spend a day witchu/ but we can't do that coz you dialated/ f*ck around get your ass annihalated/ the return of the syllable criminal ways/ I murder muthaf*kaz wit subliminal games/ at minimum wage/ i pay the cost/ be the boss in the game/ and i need to floss/ you cocksucker's see me thuggin'/ so ya'll better stop mean muggin'/ now phoney homies never know what the f*cks the deal/ so tell em' Aznfab homie/ how the f*ck you feel...word up Aznfab (Verse 2) I was born with a muthaf*ken muderous intent/ bet ya'll thought this was heavenly sent/ like a reborn devil with the force of resent/ fuken haven't you ever seen criminal intent/ relieve you of your life/ wit a murder scene/ I'll f*cken slice your head/ and watch you bleed/ i might spare you life/ but I'll haunt your dreams/ like a demon in the night/ you can't run from me/ I'm like a nightmare/ don't you ever muthaf*ken close your eyes/ I'll appear by your bed/ holdin' a f*cken stanley knife/ I pleasure in sufferin'/ and i laugh at your pain/ don't you know f*aggot/ I'm f*cken insane/ mentally ill got issues in the brain/ I'm realest killin' f*cken fakes... B-Delinquent (Verse 3) Tell your b*tch come over/ gimme some brain/ intorduce myself/ but I don't need your name/ I rubbed her once/ and no doubt she came/ she love my style/ coz I'm anti-lame/ you just a lighter/ without the flame/ but me I'm higher/ we not the same/ shorty knows me/ coz I mack her game/ I'm just too sweet/ like candy cane/ ya'll can't compare to exceed my name/ I'm here to make a meal/ I don't need the fame/ ya'll bring drama/ but no pain/ just like a picture/ wit no frame/ soft and mushy/ you so lame/ we broke up/ me and mary-jane/ but don't get me wrong/ I'm still insane/ still sendin' bullets to your brain/ f*ck a felony and a misdemeanor/ with the gunplay we'll see who's meaner/ I ain't gotta rap we can do it live/ so muthaf*ka find a spot where you can hide/ to all the homies/ don't you worry/ I'mma hold you down/ it's a souljah story/ stay strapped we be pushin' up cages/ loadin' muthaf*kaz steady pumpin' our gauges/ raisin' our wages to full extent/ sh*t I am sorry if I do offend/ but the worlds gone crazy/ what do I do/ who's gettin' smoked/ is it me or you/ I got a girl who loves me too/ callin' me hunni-b-b/ wanna see me/ all you little rats wanna be me/ but you can't/ so be ready muthaf*kaz pull up your pants/ and lean back/ lean back/ lean back/ lean back...
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