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Story behind the song
just made beat, added freestyles in
Lyrics
Verse 1-Steve
I dont hesitate, when that glock bust/
yall some featherweights about to get boxed up//
get shot up, even if i get locked up/
youll be waitin to rot stuffed in the back of my box truck//
yall are not tough so do not bluff/
youll get knocked up like a bitch that call me hot stuff//
i got hot stuff so do not touch/
that shits like lava before the shit gets rocked up//
i gots drugs, what you need green or white/
in the streets i get em for cheap so just meet my price//
i dont need the ice, but i just need the mic/
cuz it gets me free from the things that i dont need in life//
tell the truth im free, i dont even need to write i mean im white/
but on the grind i shine like a beam of light//
itll be alright, cuz to me im rippin/
like sittin indian style in some jeans thats tight//*Yikes*
Verse 2-Fresh
If you hate, hold and stay still/
cuz my weight be the price of an o in caseville//
thats 200, i hold cake so im over weight still/
and i deal weight real late just to make deals//
you know the snakes will, ho our great skill/
till i leave most of these fakes filled, with black holes like the space field//
it takes skills around here plus the knowledge of streets/
toppin our frees, cant happen cuz u not in our league//
shit u below where the bottom would be/
and its a wasted opportuinty startin problems with me//
you aint got a degree, so you just wanna be me/
and you imitate like a copy machine, whether its coppin the green//
or choppin a key, i gotta compete/
cuz you in mokasins making a mackery mackin a G//
stop with the beef, with the dude mattiefresh/
wit steve its rappin at its best, sendin caps right at ya chest//
Verse 3
(Steve T)
Hos know, that our flows the shit, but our flows is vicious
enough to hold a ship up, so you know this kids nuts
so dont make me blow that son, when i show dat gun
i run crap like bo jackson
give me that throwback punk, those chains n watches
give me ya change so i can blow fat blunts, til my brain is rottin
im not stoppin til i claim the top bitch
so dont hate the player hate the game n stop it
(M-Fresh)
you know what the fuck is the deal, youll fuckin get killed
cuz when my crews packed in the cutty its filled
and someone for real, is deep in my trunk
pullin a peice on you punks, when you hear the sound
you would think its my bumps, but its not the twelve inches
we hotter then hells-kitchen, imagine if the shells spittin
so tell these bitches just to pay attention
this is ya last shot you betta just take ya best wish
