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itz ya boy Ghat and Iceman
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #11,648
Peak in subgenre #727
Author
Ghat smack
Rights
Brooklyn HoLLyWooD
Uploaded
July 07, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
im 2 quick 2 blaze these haters//
raize the 8 up, till i could see thruw ya face like tracin paper//
cuz they know i stay freein wit hotness//
this the 1st time i put ransom in a box witout seein a hostage///
they know they not seein my hot shit//
after i drop my shit, watch them cop a trip and flee 2 the tropicks///
leave u seein red like a beam 2 ya optics//
cuz the only time they spit right, it involves semen and hot dicks//
u cant beat me nigga realize//
after i shoot up ya white tee you cant get the red out wit clear eyes//
dont worry theres nothin 2 fear guys//
accually yes there is//
ill prolly re ajust ya wig//
u cant touch the kid//
so fuck ya click//
if u dont like that im sorry kid, suck my dick//
matta fact brasco wud do that shit//
he the type 2 call ransom 2 his crib and fill his asshole wit lubricant//
im 2 nice u cant hate this//
fuck brosco, u sound like u where named after a pancake mix//
and ya man aint shit, i aint heare shit from ya man//
fuck a ransom, dick is prolly the 1st thing on ya list of demands//
dont talk about clips, u know u dont burst none//
dont make me have 2 be the one 2 show u ya first gun//
u niggas is full of shit//
if i show u ya first, it'll be ya last, i dont usually miss//
and after u tasted a few of these clips//
i slip some c's 2 the d's so they dont acuse me of shit//
u niggas cant step 2 me//
its like dubble vison, when u see ghat, theres always 2 ghats next 2 me//
i cud tell u niggas fake in a glance//
my toys, leave ya ass shakin, your toys shake in ya ass//
u dont wanna see the kid clappin revolves//
they call him ransom, cuz when he has sex theres a kidnapping involved//
its commen when im poppen em//
2 see ransom on the floor gaspen for oxegen//
my tracks is manotonous//
blas em wit the glock or fift// im laughin no stoppin it//
clappin, no options bitch//
stop rappin u gotta quick cuz u cant come back wit some hotta shit//
when it comes 2 skills u lackin alot of it//
thats why im goin 2 the top and pushin u back 2 the bottom bitch//
guns, im clappin alot of them//
in a game u cant win, just go back 2 the lotto bitch//
i leave u screamin wit no voices//
its either u live or u die, and im takin away one of those choices//
and u better not be scheemin 2 run//
u think u see the light in the tunnel, its just the bullets leavin the gun//
im makin u punks retire//
cuz when im in the hood, i hittin more trees than drunken drivers//
my car speakers, rattle ya hole house//
u braggin about ya record but son, text battles dont count//
if i see u dudes the tecks'll spit//
im like a skitsofrenic, u really dont know who u messin wit//
i know u kids aint really serious//
i think u gon need a couple of tampoms, cuz im the illest, period//
i got bullets, and im squeesen a couple//
in a game where i cant be fucked wit sorta like jesuses mother//
its 2 on one, i aint into the gang bang//
why u think genius left, he was thinkin the same thang//
in this rap game im a sentinal//
brasco's like a terrorist every night he tucks ransom in his envelope//
cuz i gotta merk these bitches in time//
last time u spit as hot as me, dam i cant even finish this line//
cuz u up against a vetran//
dont make me have 2 break ya limbs and leave u in forcast like a wetherman//
face it im better than both of u if u try ya best//
thats why my flows cook more cats then chinese chefs//
