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Sand style rap sand sassins
Sand Style is made of Seven people
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Rickashay
Illaveli
Mizzo
Illustrious
KLEPTo (Whyte Out)
Lyrical murda
liquid
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#101,498 in subgenre
Peak #854
Charts
Peak #8,803
Author
Sand Sassions
Rights
Sand style
Uploaded
April 20, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
nbp soundclick band info
Lyrics
Nbp can be riders to hide then end cowards that gonna die
shake it to the left to the right all you motherfuckers gonna die tonight
when i ride Must handle beef, code of the street
Load up the heat, Real gs do real things by all means
Illaveli be the life problem solver show them the revolver- chorus
yo be direct n dialectic or end up hectic from the old side of town my little g process roll belittle progress he is bitch now as nbp cakewiggas makin pussy hake songs,figga they fake tryin to judge me u must be stress gone on these beats illaveli creates n
heats up believe u won't breathe when u sleep cuz I’m the best trust it’s a must I’ll put guns to ur chest then bust like angel dust die young from barley breathing just bleeding from ears I see tears eyes open wide the time u die no surprise it probly from my nine the world is mine I scream in the mic known through the globe to hold it tight a title I own right I’m known the next al Capone on cassets you stupid rejects sand style will annex your set get respect leave you seat check I’m king Alone none greater in my zone u haters I’m never coming home with the shit I spit kick true suicidal terrorist thoughts Sling hyper homicidal spirits brought a lethal lyrical sniper recital- verse 1 diss process
David held a mass appeal for vocabulary stayed fast temporarily depressed from south just about complex foul ripsta An arrogant peasant hung around my extant thought he would stay true but who knew they become lose and untrue he was always
acting humble then when I left trouble jet and kid erect to a coward lost it all skills and power he change his style his rhymes was wacky n wild in lame denial shame to your smile fake impressions leave ya lame sessions go in deep depressions
From no worldly possessions poorly laughing with your dad drinking a 40 he tell without thinking story then I come about kick in the door waving a 44 tell your mother she a whore and everyone get on the floor hahahahhaha-diss ripsta
Joey the name I speak in this life I lead we kill for greed Understand we ride for currency I have to kill wannabe Eminem Emcees leave nbp dead by the knife just like the rest of them I’m still testing them while u trying to be in my ranks to make dope beats like me tight as weed see its ironic ss music is chronic ne of you smoke the shit probly vomit
Maybe not drew he smoke bionic its time to relies can’t be on level with me illaveli why compete To mine look me in the eyes when it comes to drama I put the lama to your mama and beat her like a pinayatta in beef a lethal Weapon u been begging me for lessons like a kungfu legend sent a 187 let u die and ride 2 heaven bless from the hood
Reverend- diss to their beat maker
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Then another sad kid I must spit upon
This fool name drew heard to be bad ass now he wasting his life on mad grass dumb ass keep playing with weed and go down
For the degree of fire now ur burn I’m concern for you just think how much and where it’s from the yahood assume
Green is true color of evil it’s sad when people fall but above all they could prevent it all first the curse of leafs
Leads to angry mommies and breaking into friends house then telling them to step out now u by ur self thinking like the
Fiend of crack u getting smack to die slowly the only way out is a 40 sticken drunk thinking of what u grab a gun push
one trigger u figure in the head it would be less Paine then bang ur brains hanging bleeding like eating pussy on period dead on cement-diss to pot head
