Cosmos

killa bee

Coco Mango From Thailand

Operation

fallin' [CRAM Beat Battle Vol.11]

0806

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Five Deez - Hey Young World (Wazloop Remix)

Some of that 151, son (Yeah, some of that bogus, no doubt)
(What you got in the trunk?)
Aight
Ayo, son, yo, yo, you think that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son?
(Word, what he doin' out here?)
Son, we got drama with that nigga, he tried to fuckin' front last week
What, that cat out there? Yo, I seen that nigga earlier, know what I'm sayin'?
Nah, fuck that, go, go open the window real quick, son
Open that fuckin' window
(You gonna take him from the window, nigga?)
Yo, hold up
That's that nigga right there, son? Right next to the basketball court?
(Yeah yeah, that's the one)
Oh shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the lights out
(That's him too, son, that's him too)
(Back up, back up, they lookin')
Ayo, son, I'ma hit that nigga right now, son
Word to mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son
(Yo, you buggin', son)
Nah, chill, son, fuck that
I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window, hold up
(Go 'head, son, go 'head, man)
Nah, fuck that, I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son (Go 'head, man)
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, don't blow it up, duck down, son
(Here, let me do it, man, let me do it, go 'head)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Fucker (What?)
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[Chorus]
Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yeah, that's a small thing
G.O.D. Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Yo, we heavy on the wrist, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Alright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keeping you niggas in perspective
Mobb representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the laboratory, that's why your small rhyme bore me
Your store-bought rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane man who strike back (What?)
I draw first blood, it's over with and that's that
You wanna square off, I'm sayin', "Slice that cat"
You get splashed from back of your head to asscrack
Searching for signs of the end, well, I am that
Which bring apocalypse to this game called rap
Not a game, but quite serious and yo, in fact
You'll be running for dear life, so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin' with P, you need the gat
At least you had a opportunity to bust back
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack, a rare world premiere
Shook individuals bounce in blind fear
Scared-to-death niggas fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in Braille for vision-impaired
You lookin' for P, well, you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (Now)
Live wire niggas, they behind me in the rear (Now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (Clear)
My bloodthirsty niggas got they eyes on you (You)
QBC, lime Bacardi, Godfather Pt. III
On some hashish, the Embassy Suite, crash your party
[Chorus]
Yo, it's the G.O.D. Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing
It's the G.O.D. Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing

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