This is out to tall them persons in harris county who thought we wouldnt make it anywhere... The rough copy (remixing)
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Lyrics
I make time to make rhymes that break spines
You shake mine? Your flimsy like grape vines
The great shine, its conscience, the great mind
Im young but im heat, put your blood on the street
shoot ya tongue through ya cheek frm over 2 hundred feet
From ear to neck bone I wreck domes with chrome
whenever the vets home ya necks gone, the threats on
I crack rappers like that matters ya back fractured
Ya half batter, this mad bastard the gat blaster
Who flows hotter? This show stopper, I got coppers
They gots daughters, now its me, The hoe poppa
I got rocks and I got pot and im not stoppin
The plots hot and I got shot to know blocks in
We not boxin, its wolves versus small dotsins
Im bin laden with spit come on and follow my shit
Tellin everyone in harris county suck on my dick
This to yall who
who who
Thought wed fall dude
dude dude
Well look at me
Sayin sayin
Fuck HC(X2)
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Freestyle
Chorus
Verse Three
Im hated, but still rated second to none
Im the greatest, but what yall have yet to become
Ya step to me ya done, muthafucka step wit a gun
Cuz ill tear ya limbs off, call my leprosy son
I got mics that might be so nice they fight thee
Yall wanted this hot? Im extra spicy
Im comin kills, dude Im huntin for deals
In this game im nobody, why? Nobodies real
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