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freestyle, hott, mouthpiece,rap, hip hop, rob
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#14,105 in subgenre
Peak #115
Charts
Peak #1,940
Author
mouthpiece
Uploaded
March 11, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
When i spit to these beats im a champion
im the greatest of all, where the fuck have u been?
dont prentend like u dont kno the champ
my glock'll tighten ya muscles like a bad cramp
dat philly cat rocky balboa made the beat
now im remakin it for the street
im perfectin wat the industry couldnt
wit these lines, talkin about nines and sellin dimes
i aint a sellout, but when it comes to dough, i gotta get minez
i aint a killa either
but when it comes to pussys, i will use the heater
u wanna put me on the spot?
nigga u will wind up shot
so sit yo whiteass down
stop pretendin to be black
you aint even brown
you lil poptart u aint jack
so get out my face
and for the last time please fall back
i stay spitten fire till the day i retire
im the nicest, my game is a million miles higher
i can spit all day i never get tired
cuz im like kanye, i spit my life through the wire
i dont talk about no fake wack shit
cuz i aint a piece a cake who lack shit
i'll tell ya my story right off the bat
i aint a blood, an i aint crippin
but i still leave u with a million holes drippin.
end up wit holes in yo face and chest
better have faith in god, i'll put it to the test
watch me as i put yo entire body and soul to rest
your not a blood, but i leave u dressed in red
cuz my gunz like smokers they crackheads
i can bounce ya bullets like bad checks
check out my pistol and i dont mean sex
watch my heat, i pack more than miami
i spit rough,an yall cant stand me
you claim to be crippin?
your ass must be trippin
dont front, be what your about
crip hop? i throw that shit out
i dont even press play to start
i skip it, and hit you wit a slug to ya heart
an have ya burnt like a cooked poptart
i'll make you bleed like its dat time of the month
at the same time have u throwin up ya lunch
