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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#132,972 today
Peak #1,321
#82,455 in subgenre
Peak #710
Author
Chappy ft. Bakkie
Rights
Outta-BounceRecordz
Uploaded
September 11, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Just sayin don't beef, fall back or you will get merked.
Lyrics
1st Verse (Chappy):
Outta-Bounce, on the streets we known as the fearsome,
Spit so hard it'll hurt ya fuckin ear-drum,
I pull hoes everytime I be near-them,
Haters wanna stunt better duck 'cause I'll clear-them.
My shit sounds so good it's almost illicit,
Y'all submissive, if y'all saw my ass you'd prolly kiss-it.
Wouldn't be iller than me if your rhymes came in a capsule,
Don't fuck with me 'cause what am I Bak? (Bakkie) "A natural".
If a faggot hates on me, then I'll start sprayin,
Then that fag will die fo' real, bitches I ain't playin,
'Cause when I'm through with you I'll have your pussy-asses prayin,
'Cause I'll lyrically murder you, get paid and keep slayin.
I don't beef with bitches like Almite, they're wack fucks,
I'll deliver hard like when that car got smashed by that truck.
So pussys please don't ever think you step-to-me,
'Cause I'll own you, the more I kill you the more rep-for-me.
I'm untouchable, I'm fresh, I'm ill, I'm streetwise,
And you haters ain't you sexually beat-guys,
Like Paris you always got a cock-in-your-mouth,
And don't be homo with me, 'cause I got my glock-on-me-now.
Hook (Chappy):
Don't fuckin with us, compared to us your all-wack,
Don't beef with us, you don't want it fall-back,
'Cause actin bigger than you are, you'll get put-in-your-place,
You'll get your head screwed, like a chick was fuckin-your-face.
2nd Verse (Bakkie):
Fuck this, pass me the mic and let me spit my dialect,
My rhymes have rhymes have radio flow, that's why they're high-tech,
I'ma have ya head spinnin like I'm turnin my decks,
Add poetry like salt that's my epic effects.
I don't roll in a Lec', but still gettin respect,
Got no ice round my neck but still gettin drama-set.
I spit with passion and anger with every release of a lyric,
Even if my body dies I'll still kill as a spirit.
You better lay low, and smoke your last ounce,
'Cause there's no way your bullets comin close to Outta-Bounce.
I'm so cold with my rhymes, I will give you a chill,
Skatin on our ice, you ain't slicin our skill.
I got words that can kill up to a subliminal level,
I'll posses your body like I was the son of the devil,
A pure rebal inside, you best believe this,
I shoot blind at pussys, there's know test im devious.
Fuck you motherfuckers who wanna hate on me,
When I leave y'all still be debating on me.
'Cause when I'm gone I'ma leave my pressence just like 'PAC,
Fuck you pussy-ass-bitches I aint never coming back.
Hook x2
