da chief mang ft ma boy IceC1 mang. str8 ballin son beat was coproduced by the 2 talented producers: Errol http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=787975 and VTZ www.vtzbeats.com make sure to peep their work mang.
I try to b versatile mang u kno wat im sayin. I just b listenin to beats, and I write what I personally feels best, u feel me. like i pick a theme dat fit da be
im just some dude dat b writin in ma free time u feel me and recordin it when a playa can
Story behind the song
i was peepin dis junt and was lik dis beat is bumpin lik a fool n asked ma homie if he won hop on dat thang thang and bam
Lyrics
da chorus
Philly if you feel me put the semis to the ceilin
Peel em them jawns til they empty, it's sim-ple
We ride (we ride) Northside (we ride)
We ride (we ride) Southside (we ride)
All my playas from norf, gon on and holla if ya hear me
Peel them junts till they empty, let em pop like a pimple
We ride (we ride) Northside (we ride)
We ride (we ride) Southside (we ride)
my verses
Ya boy Squanto, and Ice on the track
When we rap, it be sendin chills down ya back
We go so hard when we flowin, we like some dope that's real potent
We left the studio smokin' it's on fire no jokin'
Any beat you send our way, we gon' slaughter it
Make it burst into flames, cuz we some arsonists
Our pockets overweight, but we ain't gettin they tummy tucked
We fiendin fo' mo cake, because they ain't fat enough
U kno that we out here rollin, you kno we be stackin doughin'
We know you wanna stop it, you plottin, you betta drop it
You mad cuz we makin profit, the things that you want we got it
So if you got a problem, speak up, then we gon' solve it
Me and my boy immaculate at this, yall don't wanna trip
Cuz we sick, we the clique, you don't wanna be clashin wit
When we spit, it be hittin harder than a hammers hit
Rhymes tighter than a knit, so don't ya go and run ya lips
my last 8 bars on da 3rd verse
Haters better lie low, we strikin like a python
Rhymes pack mo' heat than rambo, don't have to fire ammo
To burn through ya meat, light ya up like a candle
And tear your heart apart and leave you in shambles
Nah we can't be stopped, nah it won't subside, gon grind
Till we rise to the the top, and we won't decline
Check our repetoire, we be spittin hard, wreckin tracks like crashed cars
Know its gon' be fire, when we grab our mics and hit record
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