[Intro: Apocalipps] DJ Storm, Lets bring it to these niggas Another muthafuckin mix creation Apocalipps, What away to end a forth quarter Ayo, What the fuck, Turn my head phones up a little bit more Yeah right there, Aight, Check it like this I got somethin to say to yall niggas man I don't give a fuck, Where you from, Or who you roll with Aint nobody going to disrespect me and get away with it That's my word
[Apocalipps] Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo I put my gun down my mic gone clap ya I don't give a fuck if you black, Chinese, Or a white boy rapper You signed a deal with who, Alright hold up check it I signed a full album deal with pop your head off records And now I'm CEO, Yall niggas know what's happenin I'ma stab my first artist if he don't go platinum You's a nobody, And you aint hurtin nobody You frontin like a killa and you aint catch no bodies This is my vic, Yo Iron step back, Hold Gotti He don't know, He think I rap but bustin gats is my hobby And fuck your clique, I'll kill em all with the semi And smoke em all cause they silly, Smoke a strawberry phillie Whoa, I prolly would pistol, I doubt he gone miss you and Nobody surprised that my album's official Why Lips is so nice, I don't know the answer I shitted on so many niggas I got colon cancer I'm bout to play a nigga, Straight Kayslay a nigga Run in the studio and Jam Master Jay a nigga For sayin my name, This shit aint a game I'm about to break your five dollar ass and make change To them red neck C-Os that jumped me in the box Left me for dead, Tried to lump me up with knots But I made my boy, Chain chunkied up with rocks Now the livest niggas in the jail flump me in they box I'ma haunt you faggits, I still hate yall lames I can't wait to catch you crackers at a baseball game But on some other shit, Time's up you through Yeah I'm from Shaolin, But I don't rhyme like the Wu Sit with the Don, Bitch I wear a brick on my arm And my ass about to blow cause my shit is the bomb Don't ever shit on our born, You'll get smacked on your dome I'ma hold it down till Truck and J-Black come home I love the Ruthless Bastardz cause they bought me a pretty glock Now me and my crew got the whole city locked Wait, Wait, Cause that's irrelevant fam I'll stomp you out and make your face look like the elephant man's And I'm not the nicest on the Stat, Matter fact I'm the illest in New York and I'ma leave it at that, Bitch Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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