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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,292
Peak in subgenre #341
Author
TRIGGA
Rights
WROTE BY TRIGGA
Uploaded
July 21, 2006
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MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 2:00
Story behind the song
I JUST WANTED TO PUT OUT A SONG THATS GONE GET ME A NAME FOR MYSELF.THIS SONG IS LETTING PEOPLE KNOW NO ONE CAN TOUCH ME IN THIS RAP GAME I GOT SOME SICK BARS ON THIS RECORD
Lyrics
take a look at my hits
take a look at the tree
then take a look at me
im a mutha fuckin gee
i only want the things thats difficult to buy
youll put me six feet
i wannah see you try
i take all your shit
and bring the money right back
the industry is full of niggas, that aint all that
now ima break down, why im real and hes not
he dont get the respect he deserves on his own block
he not a real gangsta, im the real killer
this man you see before me, is not the one behind the trigger
this is the definition, of a nigga gone be missin
this is the dude, that sit on the toilet when he pissin
this dude is not real,, he an action figure
somebody hold him back, before i clap this nigga
see back in the old days, you get beat by the paddle
everyone press on him like the keys on the piano
stop tryna diss somebody you cannot handle
i make your ear wax drip like,flaming up candles
get it right son, them things is what i have
instead of touching on you, my dick is what she grab
ima a new york nigga, pullin hoes in the south
fries come wit that shake, wit a side order of dick in her mouth
the game is over, nigga im the best at it
all the weapons i store, ima need two attics
easy to see the clubs,, you strippin in it
and if its my wip
fa sho you not gettin in it
you can run you can hide,
but stop hiddin
cause you not a pro, like my nigga bin laden
and all these niggas talkin, they mouth is to big
thats the same thing i told ya old ladie , ya dig
im pissed off right now,, im bout to snap a neck
get the fuck outta here, wit your welfare check
these niggas is not ready for the fued
so choose, put you on the back of a milk carton my dude
that dime over there, 10 flat you dont pull her
got more ice on my wrist than a king sized cooler
wild nigga, ambushing niggas at the mallz
i wont back down cuz i got king kong balls
suicide is beefin wit the b-fly crew
you stick wit one chick,
we stay wit atleast bout 2
i always got a NY fitted on my big head
and its goin down, look for the niggas in all red
and for the niggas in blue, i got sumthin for you too
when the hammer hit ya jaw, its gone be mighty hard ta chew
see you
got problems
i dont deal wit yall mess
just keep this in ya head that you fuckin wit the best
crhomed out ride,it always been this way
if you ask me all the real rappers past away
Please backspace on all the rhymes that you wrote
bitches praise me, everytime that a nigga spoke
if you really wannah battle, lets do it wile im free
10 against 3 so yall can drop to ya knees
i aint playin wit you dudes
in my raps i spit truth
wile im spittin in the booth
yall playin duck duck goose
were you at,,pussy nigga im ready for the beef
we aint fightin in the club,
so bring this shit out to tha streets
so fuck you,,,fuk them, fuck him, and fuk her
next nigga talk, ima kill you mutha fuckers
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