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str8 rhymes - paper chase ft. cam phetty
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,623
Peak in subgenre #236
Author
Paper Chase feat. Cam Phetty AKA Killa Instinct
Rights
2003 paper chase productions
Uploaded
November 22, 2003
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MP3 4.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
paper: I spit flows on tha mic I'm a well known agitator 'cuz i make it count like i'm working with a calculator flow salivator, alpha beta, out for paper ho calibrator picture painted by tha palet maker: paper chaser runnin down other rap makers fucking ass shaking bitches from tha back playa charged up like a battery and if you're mad at me it's gonna take yer whole facilty to shatter me you challenge me to battle me yer bound to be tha sad one cuz i'm gonna beat you like your muthafuckin dad does when you hear a flow your bound to throw yer hands up like i'm on tha stage in a mask with a hand gun i'm number one, yer nuthin punk rhyming like yer something great even with a nine you couldn't be close to number eight so.... take yer place at tha bottom of tha list you couldn't be head king if you sucked a lot of dick yer a bitch with a wish to be crisp but you never will rhyming all that gangsta shit is probably gonna get you killed put tha mic down and never pick it up again find another trend 'cuz yer suckin at tha one yer in yer done with it get a job or something kid cuz i'm sick of muthafuckas sayin that they bustin for tha fuck of it you do it for tha love of it and try to make a couple bucks i'm trying ti make a couple mill and then double up, so what tha fuck? you can suck my dick until I bust a nut call yer lover slut and only fuck her ass and nuthing butt Killa: nuthin but, me kickin sick rhymes studies at yer girls house on tha 69 you get annoyed like you gotta wipe six times women bite on my dick like bite lines you never got pussy i often do you couldn't get laid if it was a prostitute make jokes and yer buddies say stop it dude i can smell yer boys comin youz a rotten crew but you think yer all ballers 'cuz yer holding ice im so holy, had to take on tha roll of christ take so many chances like tha roll of dice hold yer breath kid yeah, like i hold yer wife quick to tont thoughts as a poltergeist the only thing women know is they know im nice.... give you anthrax cuz my rhymes is toxic haters get slapped cuz they run and talk shit got guns but they to weak to cock it tha type of drug dealers that don't make prophet you off it tried to stop it i think you lost it can't write rhymes like yer fingers is frost bit took yer fucken brain like a salad and tossed past you tha torch and you straight up dropped it a novice, still getting sent to tha office cops stop in and start talkin 'bout tha pot shit you'd probably listen but you high off a pop tent tried to study but Mary Jane dropped in Paper: i drop flows like they hot from tha stove top all up in my palm and change it up like a nose job bitches hold cocks if tha doughs locked all up in they palm like a purse held tight when they go shop see me phone cops to your block when i'm on mine doin' crimes screwin' dimes at tha same time doin' lines who am I? tell me if you know 'cuz i don't yo think it's from my madd drug addiction but I don't know cho cho's all up in my nose holes sniffin it tell me that it's gonna kill me I don't give a shit I'm a fucken day closer to my last day soldier then my days over so you know i'll never take orders I'm just gonna hop state borders holdin str8 quarters sell 'em at tha high school to nine cool skate boarders Lace doja so when tha peeps try a hit they get all high and shit and keep fucken buyin it evil mind i posess but it's fine 'cuz it gets any dime any cheque if I rhyme and I bet you can bet that tha papers gonna take it home 'cuz when i rhyme it's like you left yer fucken brain at home I'm taking no guff from tha little ho sluts they can open up their mouths when i bust a full nut
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