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intro: leatha face]get 'em...supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freakfreak, freak, freak, freak[leatha face]so you wanna be the man with the gun in your handthe son of sam, expand shells, invades where you dwellthe smell of rigger mortis, corpses, enforcesthat they become victim to homicide resourcesminor league bosses, petty cash crimiessnatch your dime piece, leak where my mind speaksshort circuit the mini time piece, pretty nine squeakthe echo travels the city night streets[u-god]yeah, hit-hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streetsrhyme-rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dimestop-stop doin' crime, first one to pop the ninerave that i throw the shine, up your back then your spinebad-bad, super bad, always first, never lastswift-swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron fastthrow 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gasset fire to the ash, smoked in his liver, grass[chorus 2x: leatha face]dirty, grimey, low down, shiestyfreaky, feisty, hood rat from the hood(supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freakfreak, freak, freak, freak)[leatha face]snap screen shots of the wild life chronicleshead spin similar to theme park roller coastersthe solo holster straps, laser beam glockssteamin' hot, blow your snot box, the hottest psyche particlesbarbecue, flame boiled crooks, soap by the hookssplash brain from the wild frame notebooksson, you so shook, i murder your gimmicktake you to the climb, back to drop, vertical limit[u-god]yeah, ball playin' girl lane, on the mic i'm rhyme sprayin'm.c. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteedor you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wraphit spike like a bat, heel toe, now i tapsecond round, second left, in your town, check it, checkcock the beretta back, where my money at?smack off your funny hat, always come in super jivelamp in the honey hive, man on the ziggy side[chorus 2x][leatha face]pop headphones, glide over metro domes, ride, enter the zoneopen |
wide, head blown, hell fire, lead boneself fly spread, chrome you're live by a man's domedivine burns your skin tone, high with the trench stoneblood money leakin' out my pockets, complex, unidentified flyin' objectscomin' at you with 3d, scratch it with cd'sthat take a sharp head bangers, state of the art[u-god]yo, dip to the dot, dot to the dipmake the fly girls wanna turn your hipsraps on the juggle, double up quickbullets rip, i burn the whole clipcause the long eyelids point to your lipsto the walls i stick, with my spiderman gripfully action pump grip, jump swiftblow you the bitch, shorty, use and you miss[chorus 4x] |
