Yo give me some feed
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 5:27 am
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I can deprive you of your life, deny you the write to speak what you like
When I write, rhymes, the only thing that's keeping my mind right
At times I thought I would die trying to hold a Mic I'm the type
That loads guns and pulls hammers, plus my rhyme style's nice
Like I know manners, you coming at me hard, but you'll cause no damage
I only take head shots like photographers that hold cameras
Catch me with a magazine, but I prefer to stay with the candids
Rollin with a mean girl like Rachel McAdams, I stay with the baddest
Bitches you neva met in ya life, most these MC's stay as sharp
As the wrong edge of a knife, holding on to they dicks instead of a Mic
Trying to fuck with bitches that will give em head if they trifled
Fuck with my ice I'll leave your head with a price, while U sleep
My crew will creep and leave you dead in the night, that's my advice
My whole click will leave you flipped, plus you hand me a pistol, kid
I'll watch it bust, and leave more motherfuckas dead than Bishop did
Leave you speaking your shit twisted like Autistic kids, my homies
Will find you in the streets and strip your bitch, touchin' mad breasts
Maybe get your address and hit your crib, listen I'm not the kid to be seein
If an AK's what I'm keeping, then I'm quick to leave your brains leaking
On the streets stinkin', especially if he the whack type, he get the gat
Dawg I'm still staying trifled, my raps is more addictive than crack pipes
I keeps it raw, plus I stay strapped like a Victoria's Secret's Braw
I'm the illest thang you ever saw, my rhymes is hard I don't dare stutter
But beware of Gutta, He roll with brothas who will make you die like HAIR COLOR
I'm quick to bang it on you like Shaq do to a hoop, like Papoose do to a booth
My life is full of lies, that's why I think im do for the truth, looking for additions
That's new to the coup, Most MC's is whack, they the type I beat up in School Halls
Matter fact I do recall, most these “MC'sâ€
I can deprive you of your life, deny you the write to speak what you like
When I write, rhymes, the only thing that's keeping my mind right
At times I thought I would die trying to hold a Mic I'm the type
That loads guns and pulls hammers, plus my rhyme style's nice
Like I know manners, you coming at me hard, but you'll cause no damage
I only take head shots like photographers that hold cameras
Catch me with a magazine, but I prefer to stay with the candids
Rollin with a mean girl like Rachel McAdams, I stay with the baddest
Bitches you neva met in ya life, most these MC's stay as sharp
As the wrong edge of a knife, holding on to they dicks instead of a Mic
Trying to fuck with bitches that will give em head if they trifled
Fuck with my ice I'll leave your head with a price, while U sleep
My crew will creep and leave you dead in the night, that's my advice
My whole click will leave you flipped, plus you hand me a pistol, kid
I'll watch it bust, and leave more motherfuckas dead than Bishop did
Leave you speaking your shit twisted like Autistic kids, my homies
Will find you in the streets and strip your bitch, touchin' mad breasts
Maybe get your address and hit your crib, listen I'm not the kid to be seein
If an AK's what I'm keeping, then I'm quick to leave your brains leaking
On the streets stinkin', especially if he the whack type, he get the gat
Dawg I'm still staying trifled, my raps is more addictive than crack pipes
I keeps it raw, plus I stay strapped like a Victoria's Secret's Braw
I'm the illest thang you ever saw, my rhymes is hard I don't dare stutter
But beware of Gutta, He roll with brothas who will make you die like HAIR COLOR
I'm quick to bang it on you like Shaq do to a hoop, like Papoose do to a booth
My life is full of lies, that's why I think im do for the truth, looking for additions
That's new to the coup, Most MC's is whack, they the type I beat up in School Halls
Matter fact I do recall, most these “MC'sâ€