A Little Track Off The Mixtape........
Sneakyness Aka Lyrical Assasin
Whats Good?....Ya Boy Sneakyness Reppin Connectcut To The Fullest....East Coast Hip Hop All Day, One Of The Upcoming MC's Proving That We're Coming Back....Listen To The Music Yall...1
Lyrics
Spit Clean Like A Fiend Waiting For Some Lean//
Comin Off The Scene, Waiting For This Cream//
Yea I Flex Hard, Dont Even Spit My Best Barz//
Already Killin Yall, Like Speakers In A Car//
U Sick At What U Spit? My Shits Straight Tar//
Ya Evidence Aint Gettin Shit, Like Kids In A Bar//
Tryin So Hard, Im The King Of These Shits//
And My Nutz Hang Low Like The Chain On Jibbz//
Cant Get Myself Pissed, While I Take Ya Bitch//
Spray Some Kids, All Over Her Lips//
And U Still Wanna Kiss? U Fags Is Sick//
Ya Face'll Get Kicked, I Aint Lyin Prick//
Cuz All U Wanna Do Is Just Ride My Dick//
About Tracks U Cant Have, Hop Off My Shit!//
Get It? Im The Ruler, U? U Just A Loser//
Cant Even Get A Girl, If Ya Taped And Raped Her//
Im One Sick Fuck, That'll Laugh At A Guy//
Talkin Crime In The Rhymes, Man Its About Time//
Showin Off My Skill, Man, Its To Damn ill//
Im Wack? U For Real? I'll Kill With No Steal//
U Some Cock Mothafuckers, Askin Me For Lines?//
Why Dont U Get Ya Cake Up And Buy Studio Time//
Black Hands Gat Man, Wrap Cans And Slap Fans//
Pussy On The Line, Call Me The Cat Man//
Stand Next To A Fan, Wont Make Ya Flow Cold//
Im Bold And Spit Gold, Gettin Green Like Mold//
Got Money In The Bank, Loadin Up My Tank//
Smoking Up That Dank, And Laughin At Fakes//
Im The Real Deal, No Need For Cats To Steal//
Im The Damn Man, Givin U A Lyrical Meal//
High As A Air Plane, Never Spit Lame//
Introduced To The Game By Hungry Pain//
Aint Like Saddam U Aint About To Get Hanged//
Ya Gang Could Get Banged, For Speakin My Name//
Tryin To Get Fame, But U Cant Even Blame//
I Was Born With Skill, U In The Side Lane//
Im The Chozen One, Handle Tracks Like Fun//
Like Addopting My Swag U Cats Just Been Sunned//
