Bar none, when I spit a bar, I spit a bar Hennessy, Hypnotic, Patron Courvoisier, Grey Goose I grill niggas, spit a barbecue Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe When I start drowning rappers, dawg, it ain't cute Till every person in they group turn blue like they Snoop Watch face blue, but I'm grimey duke I like most of y'all niggas better in your shiney suits At the hood, after hours, when I'm on the loose Cause I hang with troops like Sadaam on a noose So fuck what y'all trying to pass off as the truth I done jumped from the earth and touched the Universe's roof Crash landed back on planet like meteor Dust off my white tee and lift Lamborghini doors I keep me a meaty whore Trini in bikini, apple martini whore Y'all niggas is CB4 My niggas in CDC Bounty hunter ECG Dipping Newports into PCP Give a mic to me is UFC on Spike TV Niggas talk gangsta shit but he ain't one Till he see that gun and realize nobody really love you Like New York on VH1 I'm the ghetto experiment Pop in at any son Me and the project, project, projecting objects at anyone Blackjack bitches, that's 21 Dare any nigga to be a dollar and see You want the king of the west then holler at me
[Joell Ortiz]: Who's been eating? I haven't daddy Just been the booth's Houdini, working my magic scrappy Industry jabbing at me I'm just trying to keep my marriage happy But the politics and the games driving me crazy like an Arab cabbie Still I never quit Def Jam's president, from up the block, around the corner Down the street, where I'm selling it Who said, "Joell is sick"? Man I'm on the deathbed I wrote this on the bedspread, with IV in my wrist I am him The product of a moms who got high and a father who ain't say "bye" to them His family that is Know that y'all can never break me Look in my eyes, listen up guys...don't make me Only a rookie in the game's eyes Been doing this since I was yeeh high It's alright to be shook I will turn your first album into a library book C'mon let's skim through the pages in my diary, look 18 I rock those stretchers 19 I dropped a 12 inch Rawkus Records, that's when I hooked up with G Rap It's nothing, bang Y'all heard the streets feedback At 25 I'm the outcome of everything between that
[Sha Stimuli]: Y'all know I'm everything y'all want to be I do the shit you never do I feel it when you look at me I'd kill myself if I was you You See, but luckily I'm not I used to run in labels like, "You should fuck with me I'm hot." By now I could have sold some mills and showed that I was so for real While your roster fucked around like Lauren Hill's Let me stop, I ain't hating on nobody It's like the whole world is waiting on somebody They say that I'm the obvious replacement I just say this shit's a hobby Lot of new rappers waiting in the lobby But I'm coming up Me and Joell, do it so well Niggas either want to throw shells or ride on our coattails Oh well Go tell someone I'm coming I'm sonning niggas without touching they mother There's no one above me I told y'all that I was a problem Rappers started studying me like they could solve it Listen close I got a 9 times 5 I pop 3 times 2 Add drama, take away your respect and divide you In half, for your math I do this til I'm through Living life, breathing breath, I bring death to your whole crew I don't know if there's a better MC Some people get better with time, I say the time's getting better with me I got, I got my rhymes tight, the streets gave Sha light Now you see me holding C-Notes like the Chi-Lites It's The Present motherfucker
[Grafh]: I got unhappy soldiers, esse that clappy clappy toaster That turn you brains into nasty tapioca Ewwww Then I hop back on over To drop autograph while I'm autographing a poster I'm in the cut like Change stashed in a sofa I'm Hennessy straight, you a pretty ass glass of mimosa You a bum, I caught you trying to go half on a soda You make the change, I use the stash in my loafer So it don't matter what I pack in a holster Cause I slash you till I scratch the plaque off the back of your molar It'll cut through the back of a boulder Owwww Got a pack full of soldiers with a bag of explosives And they clapping them toasters that can detach your back from your shoulders After I blow your little daughter out the back of her stroller And the ricochet will blow her back in the stroller Cause that gat caliber has the motor out the back of a roaster Vrrrom Get drunk and try to spaz you joker Till I punch you in your face and move your back tooth over I'll knock 'em down your throat You gag, you choke up Then I bet by the time your lungs collapse, you sober Breathe easy Back don't ya I'm a crack donor So my tax write off is a crack smoker Aaaayyyyye I ain't battling no one so don't bring a challenger over If I wanted a challenger I'd battle my poster
[Gab Gotcha]: I ain't never met a thug that my slugs ain't like I never met one who lived or walked straight, when they all hit right Head or the back you parents are attending a mass Centered around that box wood, lacquered in black With you you laying stiff in the cushion While I'm pushing a 'Lac, past the church while your family's looking Over your face, me driving over the bridge With coke in a space sealed by placing a switch If life is a bitch then she fuck me nice Boxed up for seven joints now she pregnant, bout to birth me yikes My first born at least, VS1 My seed cultivating, that love grow out of weed and concealed guns Triple beam lust Finger fucking them grams that make twins out of one in my hand My connected weight set me apart The potential to flood it like when Noah finished building the Ark Colombian Moving coke is an art If Michelangelo was Pablo, Gab Gotcha gotta be Picasso I rock flows and crush rocks for your nostrils Clutch Glocks that pop when that blow make you hostile Parce, cojalo suave, or I unload a clip And siamese twin your head and the lobby Silicone tips makes vests sizzle Implants in your chest like fake tits, holes size of your nipples Nigga
Gab Gotcha. Crown City niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
