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whats up my name is Lethal Weapon, I'm tha founder and owner of Tha Street Villainz.
We are rappers from Oklahoma. Our Members are Me, my friend Chaos, My friend Micheal, and my other friend Bookout. Everyone raps in our crew. we rap about everything we can think about.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,140
Peak in subgenre #633
Author
Leathal Weapon
Rights
Street Villainz
Uploaded
May 23, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:33
Story behind the song
I was motivated by the "so-called" Soundclick King DZK spittin all these weak ass punches and lyrics
Lyrics
Chorus:x2
you too old dawg you don't want it with us,
you gettin old now you can't run it with us,
nigga wack and slippin he can't fuck with us,
me and my nigga's stay true so we kick up dust,
Verse 1:
you born a bitch, you die a bitch, born a hoe you die a hoe,
DZK and the rest them lames, they not ones to try no more,
keep on spittin yo shit, and you can watch me come and slide a fo,
pound into yo chest leave ya high pitched like a Xeylophone,
you think VA is bad let me show ya to a wilder zone,
you can get ya number pushed I won't even have to touch a phone,
where fuck nigga's end up just a pile of bones,
where people get left for dead even when they at they home,
I took a listen to ya Soundclick page and whats this shit I'm hearing,
all I heard was ra I'm the Devil, but nobodies caring,
but who's this DZK to try and run up on the charts,
I got the better flow but you got it cuz Ill Chris wrote ya parts,
you ain't gotta feel me nigga, jus becuz ya momma do,
I'm pointin out the flaws in ya game, you wanna try me dude?,
Chorus:x1
you too old dawg you don't want it with us,
you gettin old now you can't run it with us,
nigga wack and slippin he can't fuck with us,
me and my nigga's stay true so we kick up dust,
Verse 2:
who's this lil bitch never bust one in his life,
you supposed to be the King all I see is BS on ya site,
you never done half of the shit you spittin on a mic,
man you street light barbie actin sumthin like a dyke,
leave ya bodied when I see ya have ya right on site,
naw you prolly take off let ya home boys do the fight,
you a pussy huh, got ya ass got actin pussy talkin tuff,
studied all the roles now ya climbin just becuz of us,
people like Masta T, Ill Chris, and Graves,
gettin tired of these fuck boys, haters and these lames,
climbin to the top spot, with no rep to even claim,
then ya got ghost wrote nigga's jumpin on like DZK,
take a trip to VA, and you a well known fake,
piss on ya casket at ya wake and then spit in ya face,
you can beat around the bush and tell ya lies if ya wanna,
but ya ass still a gonner whenever I run up on ya,
I'mma beat ya lame ass from Virginia to California,
yea Leathal gon bust ya ass leave ya ass in a coma,
you ain't a Demon, ain't the Devil, never smoked no botany,
keep it real without ya wallet you wouldn't be nobody,
Chorus:x2
you too old dawg you don't want it with us,
you gettin old now you can't run it with us,
nigga wack and slippin he can't fuck with us,
me and my nigga's stay true so we kick up dust,
Verse 3:
nigga, listen to Fokissed, you just a net emcee,
never leavin Soundclicks, never drop ya CD,
you image built on lies, never touched a gun,
but Ill Chris, thats different, becuz of him you one,
yip yappin bout those girls, but they half your age,
lets say like Father Like son, --- like DZK,
you ain't gangsta homeboy, you not like mobsta's,
how the fuck you gon try and rob the robbers,
I'mma show ya to the streets, on Courthouse Road,
you wasn't trappin out there you got jacked for ya dough,
the first dude out Vienna to grab a microphone,
but not a gangsta homeboy you came from a nice big home,
told the real gangsta's holla, cuz you livin life good,
never knew the street life, never rolled thru the hood,
I'm talkin way back when Pac was still here,
DZK got his name and then flopped that year,
none of the real nigga's ever gave you no daps,
Kaine and D-Roc never even heard yo raps,
you just rap for a hobby to you it's just fun,
till Ill Chris leaves yo ass, then there's no more huh?,
I'm talkin bout way back when Andrew play'd B-Ball,
wait he was on the Debate team, Chess team and all,
overweight, can't get laid never even got saw,
you talkin Ying yang shit, but you forged that call,
when you tried to be popular, but never evet got cool,
then ya grabbed a microphone, ya ghost writter made ya fool,
