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itz ya boy Ghat and Iceman
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Genre
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#24,337 in subgenre
Peak #208
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Peak #1,505
Author
Ghat smack
Rights
Brooklyn HoLLyWooD
Uploaded
December 16, 2003
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Lyrics
if u see me then im floatin wit a steel pipe//
want beef u wanna see ya moms legs broken wit a steel pipe//
jelous cus the chain that im toten got that real ice//
u talkin bout that shit that u dont go thru in real life//
nigga i dont know what the fears like//
but i know them stories u heard of me u hope isnt in real life//
cuz i got my feet soken in them rare nikes//
pushin a range while u at the park hopin u could steal bikes//
imma put da burna in this bitch's face//
in the hood, they see me for drugs, they see you for a burga and a milkshake//(mcdonalds)
homie, i dont wanan hurtem wit da twin eights//
leave a hole in his head and middle, lookin surta like a big eight//
cuz i got this nigga shook wit them hollows//
that'll turn his afro red so hel really say he look like mc donold//
thats just my steez //turn ya suit to a red valor//
no trix up my sleaves whatchu think the bedrooms for//
i left some six feet deep, im ready to burry more//
but no six deep jeeps, i pull up in a cherry porche//
bussin like a verry horny nut wit halle berry porn///
and if u think thatchu gettin urs, nigga ya verry wrong//
i got bullet proof windows hooked up on every door//
watchu gunnin for i got like six ghats for every one of yours//
niggas in my hood is shook what happens when i come in yours//
leave it in the streets or see what happens when i come in doors//
u betta duck nigga, or the steel'll pump u//
till u look like one of them hoops they train seals to jump thru//
homie, u dont gotta be real to jump u//
i come thru, wit bullets longa den heals on pump shoes//
i stay spittin hollows at fruity cats//
the gurls luh da, play wit my shaggy then swollow my scooby snacks//
u cud catch me in the condo wit bottles and dubey raps//
chickz on the bottom poppin my condems insidem hoochie rats//
then ill get ridda this nigga quick//
and hitchu wit bullets bigga den da finga i pulled the trigga wit//
and if u dont got ya vest its simple//
i'll clap at ya back and watch bullets poke out ya chest like nipples//
you dont wanna be near when the metal pump back///
ill leave a flamin hoop in ya middle like a dare devel stunt ramp//
and trust me im done snoozin//
my guns a racist
anny nigga i clap is black when im done shootin//
so if u see me wit tha ghat then u dead//
ill make it so niggas could see u smilin from the back of ya hed//
and trust me im packin that lead and i blast plenty//
so when they put you in the casket itt'l look like its half empty//
so u betta show luv, when i roll up//
or end up rolled up wit no guts sorta like a do nut, hold up!//
ill leave you wit a fractured rib or crack ya shits//
i wont hesitate to clap the kid//
so when you ask the kid//
u think you gon win? his answer is//
nigga i will run in ya street//
un tuck the heat and show u how i got guns that buck like ya teeth//
i strut like a theif//
concelin my weapon incase bitch niggas like u try 2 run up wit beef//
so stop actin like u thuggin and clap shit//
when u know the only time u holdin weight is when u huggin a fat bitch//
niggas runnin his glass lips// like i wont come in and slap him//
and i aint the type to run when the ghats spit//
i aim at the flag in back of ya fitted//
u get shook by the size of teh ghat that im spitten//
why dont u ask somebody is there really a chance of you winnin??//
they'll prolly just laugh at u grinnin, like//
