It was bound to happen.. One mans battle with himself...
on one side.. a man of the law.. on the other...well...you get the idea
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Story behind the song
Ive been a CO for years now.. almost as long as Ive been an emcee... my music is a mixture of all the things ive heard, seen, done, imagined in life...
so of course, A hiphop, battle rapping, story telling lyricist is what I have grown to be.
Lyrics
This shyt was bound to happen, so, lets get it crackin//
This shyt was bound to happen, so lets get it CRACKIN/
This shyt was bound to happen, so, LETS GET IT CRACKIN//
This shyt was bound to happen, SO, LETS GET IT CRACKIN//
This shyt was bound to happen so without further a due//
Who gon kill this beat? Me! All while I’m murderin you//
who’s CO Joe, yo, we never heard a ya dude//
So I’ll speak heat, & char bars, while I’m burnin ya duke//
See, you the type to like what ya do, lookin at assholes//
But I’m the type to knife ya duke, “look at this ass hole!”//
This dawgs cotton soft, talkin “lift ya cock & balls”//
& I’m like “fuck off!” when yall say “turn squat & cough”//
Yousa fake ass cop, couldn’t hang in the streets//
Lame, came in fulla anger, so he aimin at me//
Just cuz you don’t get ass, bitch, don’t blame me//
Cuz in here I’m cold blooded, on streets, I bang heat//
See, me & you is opposites, like heaven and hell//
S’why ill knock ya fuckin block off, just step in my cell//
& I swear ill never tell cop, block them cameras//
Call my hands “craftsman” the way I drop them hammers//
Yo this was bound to happen, matter of fact, I planned it//
at night ill grab my mag-lite, & make you gag on it faggot//
Pants saggin, you getting raped in ya ass aintchu?//
Anus achin, I made you change rooms, & then they raped you//
you musta nota known, who the fuck you fuckin wit//
Now bubbas ya bunkmate, & you known for suckin dick//
So hoe, keep movin, you ont wanna fuck wit me stupid//
Folks know I own D-block, Plus I’m runnin G-Unit//
& yeah, you get ass, butcha don’t get bitches//
Pray to God ery day, hopin ya don’t get syphilis//
Smile while ya can, cuz Ima getcha bitches digits//
I’m up in ya crib witcha chick, hittin, while ya missin visits//
This kids slippin, trippin thinking his spittin is nice//
I get in his whip, unzip, & begin givin dick to his wife//
that’s right im givin pipe to ya wife while ya locked down//
On the couch & in her mouth she’s like “gimme the cock now!”//
