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The East Coast Mafia is a unit of Mcees and Producers.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #191
Peak in subgenre #78
Author
RemiRaw
Rights
2006
Uploaded
October 30, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:07
Story behind the song
He wanted to battle...
Lyrics
In the beginning there was only One,
And I created my servant
The Priest to Worship me
And BASSSSKKKK and the LIGHHHTTT
Of my Glorrrrrryyyyy…….
How the fuck you steel cars, still driving in a Hooptie/
Look at his plates, they read HHP’s Groupie/
Ato get a grip and stop living in the movie
You only took my flick, when you said you would shot me/
Rip your skull cap back, attack with mental visions/ (XMen)
Juggs going down like bisexual woman/
I’ll murder you slow like the poison from a Pusha
Priest getting killed by the hands of the butcher (Gangs Of New York)
And I don’t play games or spar for free…
So you’ll pay with your like or death of UT
So you aint been stomped yet, I’ll stop ya conquest
Sitting on the thrown burning L’s in your armrest ( Psuedo Crown)
Your no contest rhymes lack content
Flow worthless so your spitting Non Sense
Snatch you by your dreads and drag um thru the streets
Then dig um in the dirt like a pair of cleets…
Every blow that I throw is Knocking out teeth
Leaving welts on the cheeks of the Untouchable Priest
Hits that’ll show How I tenderize Beef
Knuckles to flesh nigga splitting ya meat
You worry me least, your offense wont breach
Looking like Bushwick Bill, punches wont reach (Geto Boys Midget)
Grow a few feet, lose a few pounds
Fat and out of shape cant go another round
Take his ass to town, pick up the tempo
Muketsu jujitsu and fuck with my kempo
Make a graveyard from one instrumental
Dispose of the bodies than wipe off my Ginsu
This Pussies Bleeding Clumps but not from his menstrual
Piss on your Pulpit, then torch down your temple
You should just forfeit, before this is settled
If you’re the teacher, im the student snatching the pebble
Confronting the preacher just like the fucking devil
I bring that heat that forges metal.
Expose your girdle Bra and tits
Boty Boi with locks and gay Blonde Tips/
Go back to your city, nigga, hit the bricks/
Call up Naledge, that nigga Jumped Ship/
Your Armies like Palestines shit Don’t Exist/
Throwing rocks at tanks as I roll up on his/
Block and crib found some pics
Of priest doing thing with lil Kids
Jones to Jin, Im bound to Win
Bust on Starr then Knock out Trin
Cobra Clutched I got Him Penned..
Like Trinidad you wont Fight again
You need to recruit you lost ur men
My crews so trash so don’t send pm’s
Say I got talent Lets be Friends
This aint myspace Don’t play pretend
You can get clapped, so stop your act
Your shows a comedy like Bernie Mac’s
New Jersey drive you can get jacked
Like ATL this hures the Trap
UT’s a strip club full of Ass (Uncle Toms Strip Club)
Egos inflitated like the price of Gas
Pride in a box marked fragile glass
Queer Like MJ sing “IM BAD”
Fag on a slab in a plastic bag
Caught in the Net like Crabs
Team getting cooked like a pot of gumbo
Served so cold I could freeze the Ozone (Revenge is a dish best served cold)
Watch in slo mo, you scream oh NOOOOO.
Slap you off the planet with my Cosmic MOJOOOOO/
Its Master Raw when you Step in my DoJo
Heard you catch balls like Hidki Nomo
Your girls Head game is so ABNORMAL>>>
If nuts make you youngs then that bitch is IMMORTALLLL
Ya mom give you up cause she couldn’t afford you/
And I was to young told the bitch to Abort you/
But its 06 and this kids get whipped/
I burn generations like rolling clips/
My words paint pictures like Hiero glyph’s
And you aint shit just a spec of Dusttt.
Since I showed up as the real Jugganaut
I’ll cut ya jugalur .. “You Just a Customa”
In the Presence of a real Fucking Hustla” (LL Cool J Quote that Goat)
My punches blur your vision as you Gasp for Air/
Survive this collision The Chances Rare
I’ll escape with no Scratches or Missing Hair (Who’s Untouchable Me)
You’ll lay in a crater with no Blood to Spare
The rest of your boys Just ran off Scared
Kneeling on the ground so say ya Prayor/
But God aint there and life aint fair/
Ya Last Moment is just are to share/
As I stare at yo
