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Poor, Riches, Cash, Family, Love, Hate, Rap, Heavy, Bud, God,Life, Everything, Deep,Southern Rapper, Dirty, Cold as Ice and a couple of then somes more!
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#112,781 today
Peak #825
#10,821 in subgenre
Peak #76
Author
Cwij
Rights
2006 Cwij Originals
Uploaded
September 27, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 5:29
Lyrics
I got a calm demeanor, but, don't let that decieve ya,
come trippin' like a bitch, I'll beat ya feet from beneath ya.
I'm as stout as a tree, I ain't 'bout to budge!!
You can hit me wit' ya whole crew, I barely'll nudge.
Now, Look at me talkin' shit, bet I ain't 'bout it bitch?
ya half a word away from knuckle dents in your forehead.
yes I am a cracker ho, yes, I'll swing and crack a ho
If I dont get the same level of respect I show!
Medicated to stay... calm, cool, collected, but,
some times in the south things can quickly get too hectic.
So I loose my self in music, It's my drug and I abuse it.
and use it, deluded with a hurricane of new shit
cause without it, click, i snap, bud alone want bring me back.
I start lookin for a reason to kick your ribs through your back.
and i can do it bitch I got the most aggressive anger problems.
and lots of mother fuckers have fallen tryin to solve 'em.
'f I cant trust you, hit the road!
or see my fists pulled back and throwed
intent on bringin' on, a bunch of breaking to your bones.
I'm from Batesville, and it's nearby lil pa'tners in the south.
Rep the South til I die, last words comin out my mouth.
Keep it real! don't be fake, keep my vison on the cake.
keep my friends close!, they're the worst enemies I make.
But I hope you bring a doc cause you gonna need some stiches
I was tryin' to keep it chill but off the top they actin bitches.
I'm from hard times, Mississippi on the rise cause I don't quitie.
try to state my bidiness through their steadily talkin shity.
but you want see me afraid, even if I face the grave.
I'll jump fist first at that bitch and keep a swingin' til I Fade.
lazy mutha fuckas try to chill their way from others.
get slapped...off that tit, cause i aint your God damn mother
I am just another slave to the never ending grind.
be a decent Motherfucker, and, do your OWN time.
quite waistin mine, im...tryin to keep it kind, But
tend to loose my mind, and then its like i just go blind
start snatchin those too close even on lookers byen'.
lightnin strikes of thunder beat you to the edge of dying.
'f I cant trust you, hit the road!
or see my fists pulled back and throwed
intent on bringin' on, a bunch of cracking to your bones.
I'm from Batesville, and it's nearby lil pa'tners in the south.
Rep the South til I die, last words comin out my mouth
If I Stumble, thats ok just dont be up in my way,
raise my arms back in the air and let them bitches just a swang
know that I am number one in the book of gettin it done
slap my horse across the ass and make that motherfucker run
got a rage like a demon but with God I try to stay
just a blazin open trails of smoke and chokin all the way
where you stand?, where you at? just dont come up from the back
i might think it's an attack and have to brutaly react.
people that dont give a shit, they are the ones that go no where,
it aint given motherfucker you got to go and take a share
and i'm reachin with an iron grip. I'm welded through the frame
if i catch you in my bizness bitch im bringin you the pain.
Damn, its gettin hard to tell who is and isn't sane.
reachin face first at a pitbull with your arms and legs restrained.
I might break your fake ass grin when i hit you in your face.
knock you smooth into a coma, where you might not ever wake.
'f I cant trust you, hit the road!
or see my fists pulled back and throwed
intent on bringin' on, a bunch of cracking to your bones.
I'm from Batesville, and it's nearby lil pa'tners in the south.
Rep the South til I die, last words comin out my mouth.
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