BeatSlaughter Presents Bigg G. This song uses a sample from 'For Whom The BEat Tolls' But this is not meant for commercial use.
just a guy interested in music and wanting to keep a dying hip hop alive.
Lyrics
I do more damage than a chinook cause,
Dipped the mic in cynide to spit venom bars
Look it up yo the feds hunt for us,
cant battle ME I aint no petty crook boss
This game aint shit if mugs like u run it,
I blast rhymes at ur dome then verbally gun it
Like no other a nightmare straight from hell,
and satan told me that ur fate’s in a well
That’s swell cuz that’s another wack cat,
dat went flat on his fat when ma gat start ta chat
To your head and chest and eyeballs and limbs,
and the bullets start to swim and fill u up the brim
Blitzed out ur mind don’t know who u apporachin
, u need to crawl back and pay more for coachin
Like u paid for the women and the drugs n crew,
but I take all ma shit from fake pussies like u
No need to battle u cant even walk straight
, u think hypntiq’s gonna help u give ur rhymes weight
Imma just kill, break u then stuff u in a crate;
take u to India n sell ur kidneys for some eights
