Neo Regular
12-11-07, 03:57 PM
This is a call-out to he who's thinkin he's hot...
days later, you thinkin hard about replying or not
N*ggas hear how to slay a rapper from somebody
that's whack
Now he's gotta log off and keep a check behind his back
That's the way you should be living for the way that you act
I ain't Spike Lee, and you aint Birdman in a Maybach
Listen, we all see who's got talent and who just fills the space
with a bunch of bars he bit from ol whatshisface
He gets in battles and tries to take the way his opponent keeps
'em laced
So he's a biter who rounds his AIM friends to get the damn first place
We're not gonna play back n forth with what's hot and cold
You just take words than impress you and swear it came from
ya soul
Okay, so you're the grim reaper, here to kill Hip-Hop
Dog, my shotgun's vertical shot will split ya top!
Don't step to me about what guns you really buckin at night
what chickens you be ****in what shoes is on the truck when
you ride
Because I could just take that off of ya like a wonderbra
Dawg really think he hard taking scholar courses by the water in a plaid
uniform
Oh I get it, you watch films and really see yourself as him
when she said she liked them and you can't be like them
so in ya mind it's like damn you truly cannot win
So you sold ya soul like Johnny Blaze, but ya FAM still dies in the end
I learned this from an early age: It's either sink or swim
My nines box common sense and lands me right in the pen
Cops chase me so I got credit up to the max
And you's a dumb mutha****a if you didnt understand that
My dawgs are vicious, I feed em violence and put gunpowder in
their food dish
You hard right? I'll ROLL UP on you and whisper You little *****...
it took 9 bullets for 50 Cent to be rich
I took two stab wounds from a ***** I'm lookin to fix in a ditch, I'm nice...
Don't forget that.
days later, you thinkin hard about replying or not
N*ggas hear how to slay a rapper from somebody
that's whack
Now he's gotta log off and keep a check behind his back
That's the way you should be living for the way that you act
I ain't Spike Lee, and you aint Birdman in a Maybach
Listen, we all see who's got talent and who just fills the space
with a bunch of bars he bit from ol whatshisface
He gets in battles and tries to take the way his opponent keeps
'em laced
So he's a biter who rounds his AIM friends to get the damn first place
We're not gonna play back n forth with what's hot and cold
You just take words than impress you and swear it came from
ya soul
Okay, so you're the grim reaper, here to kill Hip-Hop
Dog, my shotgun's vertical shot will split ya top!
Don't step to me about what guns you really buckin at night
what chickens you be ****in what shoes is on the truck when
you ride
Because I could just take that off of ya like a wonderbra
Dawg really think he hard taking scholar courses by the water in a plaid
uniform
Oh I get it, you watch films and really see yourself as him
when she said she liked them and you can't be like them
so in ya mind it's like damn you truly cannot win
So you sold ya soul like Johnny Blaze, but ya FAM still dies in the end
I learned this from an early age: It's either sink or swim
My nines box common sense and lands me right in the pen
Cops chase me so I got credit up to the max
And you's a dumb mutha****a if you didnt understand that
My dawgs are vicious, I feed em violence and put gunpowder in
their food dish
You hard right? I'll ROLL UP on you and whisper You little *****...
it took 9 bullets for 50 Cent to be rich
I took two stab wounds from a ***** I'm lookin to fix in a ditch, I'm nice...
Don't forget that.