[Rhyme Recca] You rather put your head in a lions mouth, they call me out I don't play games, I put a torpedo in your scout You never sold shit, never stole shit Get in a video and front like you hold shit You playing a role that been on file a hundred times Coming around with the same gun running rhymes I read your rap sheet, you ain't never did a crime Never cocked the nine, never did no federal time What's the deal baby? You act stupid, but you ain't crazy Bottomline that scarface shit don't amaze me Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows U.F.O.'s get wet the fuck up like H20 You move too slow, bang thirty seconds behind Run if you want, fuck up, that ass is mine Play the game, learn the rules or you're bound to lose Everything is everything, it's a storm nigga
[Chorus 2x: Rhyme Recca] Middle finger attitude, fuck you and your crew Got connects, glocks and techs, bulletproof vests You don't want conflict, beef with us, you're stressed We the wrong ones to test, lay that ass to rest
[Chip Banks] Niggas is crazy to me, I'm the cat, you rhyme about in your raps Handicaps, sound like me, how much cocaine you sold? How many grams did a kilo? And how many Columbians from Santa Fe do you know, papa? If you was in the mix, what was your price in 86 and I wanna know what type of stamps on your bricks, dicks A lot of these niggas out here is like chicks Same ol' shit, same lame shit Mr. Santana, Cream Team number, you know To my Spanish people I be numero uno Ya niggas better chill out, 'fore you get me mad up in here Pulling out mill' out, I don't care to spill out Keep my tech oiled up, cuz I'm not an amateur Bullets getting caught up in your chamber, they could damage ya Niggas see me in here smilin Yea but I'm real enough to break New York from Fantasy Island
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[Baby Thad] Yea, I hear you barkin, but are you really being felt? You're soft as cream puff, callin your code bluff Meantime between time, we pack Gee-stacks and key-lines we stack Sad rappin, get you delivered up the river Slipperiest nigga, sliver, snake sliver La caja fall, winter made gentlemen Pussycats all small talk and no walks Try not to focus on jokers, we wrote this Mediocre thugs, full of hocus-pocus Disappear, huh? Reappear underground Cold and layin stiff like vultures Got your car pulled, you're queer, you're weak Shakin and shivering, scared to speak Ran through tons of herbs, huh? You get smacked, silly, be quiet, mums the worth
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