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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,674
Peak in subgenre #322
Author
Teidricc & Beige
Uploaded
March 06, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Rappin is a hobbie fa me. Once I hear a beat that I like.....itz over!!
Lyrics
Hook
We about ta let the phukin world know//
mental sh!t that make ya mind grow//
Ya know who we are//
Beige and Teidricc, Teidricc and Beige//
load ya clip, watch ya lip, and stand clear of the Plague!
Beige verse!
Beige-an-T, a.k.a Southern Syndacate//
Blatant-ly, come hard like bars, aint no Bendin-it//
Hatin-Me, Plain-ta-see, you'll never offend-dis-Kid//
fakes-will-bleed, when I send-these-Hits//
straight to Jaw Mandible, Its understandable//
I eat niggas raw, like the Man from Hannibal//
d@mn-a-bull, I scream toro at any-Mc//
red-sheet, used ta be white, But I caused Many-to-bleed//
many-to-flee, like a club, when shots-is-let-off//
like lotion an Pornos dawg, I gotta-get-off//
neva spit-soft, Its like I spit wit razor-Blades//
lyrics so sharp, even in the Dark they'll shave-ya-face//
so pave-ya-graves,any man who test, gets-Buried//
Beige Come back like pets, from pet-cemetary//
a Visionary like Cleo, I see the Future-and-laugh//
Yall f@gs dont want none, so un-loosen-ya-@ss//
I spit the truth-to-ya-@ss, yall in ya booth-wit-a-mask//
when I let loose, i leave ya whole group-in-a-cast//
waste no words, like alphabet soup-when-I-rap//
Spit nothin but wisdom, like ya lil Tooth-in-the-back//
Yall roof-gonna-crack// need proof, look at the track//
Got ya hangin on every word, like a noose-on-ya-neck//
Ya think ya phukin wit us, yo, ya stupid-for-that//
You all love our sh!t.... like we got a Cupid-ta-rap!!
( Hook x 2 )
Verse 2 Teidricc aka Southern Syndicate
Open da door/
Let this nigga in/
Come thru, fat blunts, hoes, Ali n hin/
Yeah dat sh!t dat make ya mind spin/
I feel blessed/
been known fa rippin niggaz/
I leave em in a bloody mess/
peep da night walkin/
ghat cocked/
got cha girl talkin/
lip lock/
when I wake its like I'm still dreamnin/
visions of homides niggaz die while I battle wit demons/
I can hear yo soul screamin/
its callin ta I /
picture pain producal proceed ta push wit out lie/
I got yeah sent up in my membrain smellin ya STANK/
Niggaz think that this a game I sho yo ass dat it ain't/
I control all gools, vampires, and imps/
ya'll some fool ass niggaz, peons, and simps/
make way fa Southern Syndicate/
APRIL FOOL/
I break da rules/
cock back misplace ya tool/
you all confused/
stop dat delayment move/
like dat nigga Mr. T bitch I pity da FOOL/
you all been warned/
9 shots ya cloths iz torn/
Nigga hate ta take ya life but I be damn if I morn/
(HOOK)
Outro SCARFACE!!!!! DA TRU!!
