[Apocalipps] I went from, music in jail, to music by mail My tape is 10.99, you'll never catch it on sale I could of been home, I should of made my board in '99 But I spit a tear three rhyme, that got me lost in good time And messed up my date, but gem stars could mess up your face Too much baking soda in your grams, to mess up the cake But that's a different story, so what's the issue right now Ya'll dudes never had no lights, while I'm trying pull they lights out I spit that hollow point stuff that'll touch your brain Yo, if you corny when this beat drop, tuck your chain I hate you fake pretty dudes, trynna play Don Juan I got some three eighty shells, that storm through your Sean John That kill your dress code, and rip your Ecko sweater in half The gun'll leave yo, splashed, when the echoing blast I heard of you cats, yo, I wanna murder you cats Yo, Apocalipps, Iron Mic
[Iron Mic] My gun is busting, my razor is cutting, ya'll dudes is fronting We lay you down, homey, it's nothing My fists is swinging, my knife is stabbing, my feet is stomping It's Ruthless, from Staten Island to Compton Bang like a marksmen, hit your apartment Don't even light it up, unless it's haze or the chocolate Homey, it's Iron, I bang for my gang, change up your offense Run for cover when the burner is sparking All we trynna do is lock it down, and finish up what we started Sign with the Wu, but soon after departed I think they found out, what we already, that we was the hardest But it don't matter, we gon' shine regardless Cuz I'm now a partner with Pop Ya Head Off Records, plus I'm an artist Plus I'm starving, plus my flow is retarted Now I want you to add that, up, like you was in college And realize them other rappers is garbage
[Apocalipps] Yeah, when the fifth in my hand Cuz it body you and leave you three fifths of a man Your body's one whole, just listen for a minute, you'll learn The gun could be break you like a fraction reduce to lowest terms Stupid, negotiate and let's speak of a fee I don't freestyle, cuz I don't spit nothing for free I'm just a hustler on wax, I like doubling stacks And while I'm laying down my vocals, duke, I'm cutting up wraps You done with that pack? I need every dollar and cent You work hard within a month, you push Impala with tents And uh, I need this, I'm trynna get this cheese quick The gun got my armpits all sweaty, from doing speed sticks And I'mma tell you once to open the safe Cuz I'm quick to a little hold up like wait Or, I can let this slug open your face And get your ripped and skinny dipped and found floating in lakes I got the dogs that bark loud that can twist your physique I'm sending drama, klik ga bow, and there's your receipt Before you jump out your window, you should know me pa This rap game is like a life bid, with no C.R. And no cigar, just a little weed in the jar They should be dead before this drop, you better hope we are O.D., ya'll cop this and take it to vein My lyrics penetrate that send shh to your brain My moms had dreams, she always said one day I'd be rich Cuz everytime I hit the streets, I kept stepping in shh I'm repping this, the chick, I'm the best when I lick And if you don't give blowjobs, you disrespecting the I got the same aura, I still sell on the same corner And I'm hotter than that chick that let dudes run trains on her I'm trying to get alotta, section eight The church hate me cuz I stole from the collection plate But let that wait, you owe me money, get that straight Your food is your ready on the plate, and you can get that eight, Slay Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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