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Genre
Charts
Peak #22,097
Peak in subgenre #3,518
Author
E
Uploaded
May 12, 2003
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
This is what you get for trying to step step step to me
Your about to get a phat lyrically appendexami
this lyrical surgeon, brnging out an insurgence im surgin
And if war is what your urgin, let me just go take up dis detergent
and rinse out your throat of all the threats that you had chocked
when the days we shared cokes and those raps were all we wrote//
But now you wanna battle so ya best lace down and straddle
yaself into this saddle cuz we ridin, without the paddle//
This year I wasn’t ballin but you said that I was fallin
you think you can be callin, this stuff when you be stalin//
You started this war so I’ma bring you up some more
emotions n pain cuz you said you was hardcore
and like a criminal I’ll tie you up, hang ya from ya feet
display you to your homies, so that everybody can see,
cuz it don’t matta the beat, you kno any day of the week
ready to go to war, so let me just to take you to my peak
and when Im peaking its over but you can still be my chauffeur
as we roll in the range rover making everybody slower
And look at this versatility I kno goin be feelin me
cuz when you was talking crap you kno I was spttin back
making traps to put you up in this position
and look at this arsenal of rhymes you kno that I be hittin
like smoke bombs I always be clouding up ya face
abuse ya all I want and I never leave a trace
Cuz this is what you get for trying to step step step to me
Your about to get a phat lyrically appendexami
this lyrical surgeon, brnging out an insurgence im surgin
And if war is what your urgin, let me just go take up dis detergent
and rinse out your throat of all the threats that you had chocked
when the days we shared cokes and those raps were all we wrote//
But now you wanna battle so ya best lace down and straddle
yaself into this saddle cuz we ridin, without the paddle//
you said Your wanna split, tahts exactly what you told me
That’s why we aint be nothin…nothing but old homes
Ya want competition lets start it, fill up like gas and fart it
Blow out these words and pardon, this ya words are rotten//
Ya say that I’m soft but you know that I ain’t stopping
Ya the ones that’s weak cuz your soft like you was cotton
And I’m the unstoppable talker, hittin the floor street walker
while your still infatuated, playing, those cops n robbers
We’ll I be playin real cops n robbers when I be robbin the bank
just go in it and shank, no pranks as I be ridin in my tank
What did you mean when you told me to go away
You left me straight in the dark what was I supposed to say
