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G-mode aka Vital.. representin Gorkhali Productions..
yo wats up? this is G-Mode aka Vital.. born in Pokhara,Nepal and raised in NY.. aiight..
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,045
Peak in subgenre #125
Author
G-mode
Rights
Gorkhali Production
Uploaded
June 28, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Verse1 (for C-Flow)
we the hardest, n we live in the bootcamp
i eat u up quiker than ur families footstamp
mobby n cflow one of my true fans, they fit the criteria of the new stan
i ma military man, use to dropping bombs
have you bitches livin in holes like saddam
bitch slap ur face introduce u to my palm
kidnap ur sis n put my dik in ur mom
u bout to get harmed
its all fun n games until u lose a arm
cflow heard ur father left, i feel bad for ur ass
so nex time u c me u can call me dad
i hope u aint sad, u need to get glad
chopp u up quik to put u in a plastic bag
come here son u need to meet ur maker
i have u paking up ur bags goin bak to jamaica, cause on the last trak thats how u sound like
ur trak would b hot if i cut ur sound bite
they got me heated on this mothafukin scene,
i m bout to spit it out lite it up like a gasoline
u got a monthky bill to pay for ur vaseline
catching me is jus ur favorite dream
so u got a little boy dissin me huh
he cant pase me n u cant neither, stop makin wak traks u need to catch a breather
the shit u say is really not relevant
u got a nose longer than the average elephant
u beatin me is like u tryin to be the president
nobodys better than, me of course
i got hoes on the side 3 or 4, but 5 when i ride
i get high than i fly, u get high then u fall
u can try but u stall, my game is up n down like basketball
i m a playa, cuase i got ur bitch on my dick playin racketball
n thats not all, lets get crakin dogg but betta than ur wak diss
hope u sleep in the lab cause both u n i know u need more practice
here a hint, stop reusing my rhymes
i could bench press u n ur crew at the same time
u got ugly bitches, all i got is dimes
eighteen traks means u got 18 crimes
Verse2 (For Mobby)
c me at my house, sittin in the couch
then i go out to the baranda,
i got firepower that will lite ur ass up like the 4th of july bonanza
i m gettin head from miranda, mobby u bout to get banged up
i ma man u a boy, betta luk tryin out for michael jacksons toy
u bout to lose all ur child hood joys
hang u by ur neck, u dont how to floss
draw a dot on ur forehead just to get my point across
little man gettin tossed, this aint the barney show
good flow, wak rhymes but never alarm me though
its easy to serv it, all day all night 24 hour service
u cant b a gangsta, u dont have a drivers permit
half the time u in the bathroom jerkin
at least thats the one thing in ur life still workin
u aint no mobster, fukin with me have u swimmin wit the fishes like a lobster
sweeter than a poptart, little bow wow wanna b more like a popstar
trak masters they can get my dick in their mouth faster n faster
