you tote straps, huh?
you bust macs, huh?
Then why the fuck is it I never seen that, son?
you sell cracks, huh?
you blow stacks, huh?
Then why the fuck is it I never seen that, son?
yeah, you always real busy talkin' all that gangsta shit
but when the drama gets set, don't even have the heart to spark fifths
you know I'm down to pop -- but only when the spot gets hot
if I had my way, I'd just come through, straight scoop the drop
might find me posted up at the spot, steady slangin'
but I ain't never claimed that I was out, gang-bangin'
and while you steady yappin' -- 'bout heaters and clips
I'm just laughin' -- cuz son you and that .22 ain't scarin' shit
I might - move with nines, break off o's and dimes
but I'mma keep it movin' - gettin' cake off rhymes
my flow is like dank - it's gonna bring that bank
ya mouth is real foul - bound to get ya shanked
you claim you pumpin' so hard, why you ain't got no stacks?
must be blowin' do' on that ho, or either flamin' up cracks
you prolly seen me smokin' that stank, posted up in the cut
got that mango, got that skunk, but that haze is what's up
the hook just came to me the other day, and I really liked it, so I wrote it down, and then this came out. Probably gonna turn into a work in progress, but I figured I'd drop it here anyway.
any feed is love, post ur OM and I'll get back at you with some.
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http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=238594
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show....php?p=3280668