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The Soundclick page of an upcoming hip hop star named Zuby. Are you down with Zuby?
Check out:
http://www.zubymusic.com
http://www.myspace.com/zubyuk
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,304
Peak in subgenre #704
Author
Zuby/Rayz Ruckiss
Rights
Nzube Udezue 2006
Uploaded
August 23, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:31
Lyrics
ZUBY:LYRICAL DRIVEBY Pt. 1
Song Info: Written & Arranged by Nzube Udezue/ Produced by Rayz Ruckiss / Mixed & Mastered by Jason Hardy at Studio45-Oxford
Copyright: Nzube Udezue 2005
(Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up
Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up
Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up
Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up)
Verse 1
Yo the spotlights on me/ God?s illest creation/ I?m on a mission with a vision lyrically operatin no relation to the hatin/ been waitin I been patient time to let this thing ring out/ too late for compensation mute em up uproot em up/ pull they plug out and boot em up with no nines but hot lines I cock em back and shoot em up/ yo I?m a nice dude/ but u don?t wanna get me stressed up talk reckless bout my loved ones promise to mess u up/ yo I don?t claim to be a legend/ ain?t one of the greats yet/ but its game until the ending so I?m like a great threat/ labels holdin paychecks dunno if its safe yet/ bet a hundred bet a mil/ yeah on me it?s a safe bet/ how many songs I hear that u packin a 12 guage with spare clips and hollow tips to rip a homies ribcage?
(Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up)
That?s what a lotta cats be yappin but not makin it happen / drama on they gon pull out reload and keep clappin? / u cats need to act your age sellin out for front page/ frontin like they got more weapons than that GTA game/ every bar I spit is lethal like a bullet to your brain and now your thoughts look like confetti time to Novakane the pain/ I?m a pitbull in the game/ some suckas pussycats/ only tough in the booth then u frontin a pussy act/ so I fire verbal shots and I?m getting any wussies clapped.
(Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up)
CHORUS
Let?s make this clear so u understand/
A mic on my waist a pen in my hand/
betta duck when I ride by bust when I fly by glocks down lockdown lyrical driveby
(Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up)
Verse 2
I bring the pain from onstage chyea everytime I pull it/ point blank or long range some bustas bout to bite a bullet the kid is hot u kids is not/ when I rock the spot no glock go pop yo top go pop I lay u out/ feed u sounds and kill the doubt/ passionate on the track/ I ain?t flashin it on the track but lyrically I?ll hurt u black I keep it poppin like a mizack/ the game will sit u out/ if your lame spit u out/ it?s a shame to pick u out I?ll take your frame and rip u out/ get this live amplified turn me up bump my stuff the people told u Zuby?s hot still its never enough/ your flows have got laryngitis rhymes are shaky like arthritis tho I spit it ain?t my life and still I?m sick like meningitis/ I?m the nicest when I write this grab the mic and start a crisis flow is priceless gotta sign me cuz u can?t outrhyme me.
(Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up)
F? the guns f? the violence f? the crime that?s just madness yo how long it take to realise its your people dyin?/ that?s not cool what guns do and that?s a real man slain and people looking up to u?/ that?s a real damn shame/ this a real man?s game it needs a real man change and y?all don?t really let the teks blow/ no/ u only talking gangsta cuz you?re A&R?s said so/ u cats ain?t ill/ but betta call a paramedic or a DR MC ER?s where I?m bout leave u bedded/ the top is where I?m headed so the industry ain?t deaded/ I?m never rappin tonz o? gunz just to get a rep u know my steez know how it be/ gettin nothin but respect/ now it?s the moment of truth/ stand in my way and I?ma spray I got a full clip a mic grippa time to make em pay chyea!
(Shoot em shoot em (what! what!) shoot em shoot em up)
CHORUS
(Yo it ain?t about who slaughter bout who spittin it harder)
I break it down like crossfades words are double-edged razor blades so when I spit it harder split medulla oblongatas think I?m showin off?/ nah man I?m just flowin o
