freestyler 2019

[Intro] Uh, Yeah. My gangsta rap with Rhymes [Verse 1] I'm trying to kick it with you Only one thing left to do I do what I do wit my crew Free treats, free pay-per-view should be a clue Sick like the flu, I’m rapping til I'm blue The only bitch I respect, is tinted and fo' do’ Niggas round town actin like they fucked the Gangsta Boo Straight up tell ya to ya face what I'm gonna do And shout outs, to the rest of the crew You been followin' my work and everything I do My talent's advanced, you haven't a clue Huh... what the fuck do you do? After words I'ma slay a crew Be original and write like the Captain do He's the one I confine in Feel the way, that I do Here come plan two, separate they crew You know how we do Po-Po on my tail, gotta stay coo You can make it through I wonder, if I take your crew Do the thing that porn stars do Give respect where respect is due World of his caved in Spit the flows, and hit the do' I can call my crew We do what we do Under the piece we drinkin’ brew The voo-doo you’d do Madballs, 156 corner crew The alpha is when you do Messin' with the wrong crew And yo who got bamboo? E’body wanna do what a playa do Facial featchers favor hell ugly duckling of the crew Where everyday life is shoot dice, drink brew Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew And you don't know what I will and I won't do Rolling trough tha stocks, I'm so high, fillin’ that bitch in Sick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we do Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue Yeah, I'mma take the loot, yeah, I'mma take the coup Time to pay respects to a player from my crew But personally it was the right thing to do Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in Zoo, then check Zoo, slice your whole crew Cause life hates you, just like I do 9th Prince has come home, money is ours in 2009 Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu fools gon do? Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in Why y'all hating the way y'all do When they have not a clue All we wanna do Dressed in blue Leanin' like a G do Unleashed more of a clue UFO's couldn't illuminate like my shine do But expectin a check thinkin credit is due Now watch how I come through, battle gear all blue See us in the VIP what you gon' do Ay say baby how you doin, actin like you new in I'm gettin wise to what the power of two can do Immortal battalion wit pirates ship and a ghost crew Dem crackers found a hundred holes, but ain't got a clue So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew Throw on my timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew Long nights let her chill with the crew I'm telling you, bailing off is what you better do Yeah, yeah, we going in, we going in I said what y'all bitches really come to do Drink some'n, smoke some'n, gon' get it in Zoo, then check Zoo, slice your whole crew What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do Some people like gettin up when I'm just gettin in Its a every style, nah gon live like people do And Burrells for supportin all the wars that we fought in So shes doin it for me, only if you knew, boo You respect how I did what I got to do Yo, I'ma walk in, yo, yeah, better walk in Man, they break more laws than a nigga do Formin a storm around you and your crew We need forgiveness, we know not what we do I let my window down and let the world in In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue Tony Kelly filed the order so what you gwaan do? Bring the rain, blow the wind, and roll the thunder in And I gotta run but come for the Bomfunk crew Trying to get that feeling, of deja blue Blastmaster KRS-One of the massive BDP crew We don't do as the world do So bring along a few Some of y'all, got a clue What you wanna do? And twomp sacks, fuck this brew Think that you could step to my crew? Jeans built for two, sunlight turned to blue Pimp tight, what the fuck you wanna do? My wife is Puerto Rican so we speak in ?? What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do 30 minutes later I'm inviting honey in With the Templar Sword, pointed at your chin I'm in the Pen, you outside lookin in And say thanks for some other little things you do You instigated, ya hater, who would have let you in? In the beginning, they used to call me boo Everyday we smoke and we drink the brew Seen a fly skinny on the avenue I can go, and call my crew C'Mon I'm just doing what the drug dealers do Making your bitch treat me special, like a St. Eyez brew Even when you pulled up, in the candy blue Grew up with the older dudes, do what your brother do [Chorus] Gangsta Rap, so long just my gangsta rap [Verse 2] Ya'll got to love me baby I play it like it gotta be Da messy getin crazy lookin like a cry baby A sexy good girl, pretty and as sweet as can be Me ago tanto tu regalo y seras tu baby And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be Four bricks, one block, all fiends in the lobby I want you nigga for myself we were meant to be This goes out, to every hungry wanna battle emcee Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free And now we got killers livin' where my momma be This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby It's still put down like it should be I heard Pamela got a baby What do you see? How does it be? Well, I'm rappin' to you brothers proud baby.. Tryin not to break it, along with who I be Dear Mama Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby Because you never know who these people may be How could you blame me? I only came to be I'm a certified G, like a freak on with one T.V I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I'm free You'se a tough man wanna see dead man gonna be Mama say you can hide, love will find you baby I wish that it would let me be Momma, feel my release am I your baby Those the ones I'd hate to be Jay-Z, Sha-sha, I ain't forget about ya Baby Bout as strong as he can be refresh edit delete source Just me and you, baby I coulda let it be Can you feel it, baby? Vanilla, brown or black ass can be And stick together through all that bad weather baby Match wear free nigga let me be Rocko roll, best thing since the TV It's like we're never gonna be It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby But a punk-bitch ain't no lady Do that dance, do that dance, baby For the love of the dough, we be Wish, I would've died for you baby Nice with the mic B Yo, this fuckin Vinnie Paz baby Baby, tell me what it's gonna be Hear me on radio or video or TV The first tracks were as wack as the next emcee If I was, if I was, but I'll never be So hood, I might put swangas on a Mercedes baby And know I'm like bitch how can this be I'mma keep sending them to you, baby And, and and enslaved by the powers that be You see what you see on the dynamic screens of TV You come see Spade and you get a degree By my sides where you ought to be And at the end you will agree What it is, what it was and will be And this message is brought to you courtesy of Sancho baby But over the years, I see it wasn't meant to be Hahahaha - you gotta let it do what it do, baby Drift off to other places, you wouldn't think I be Now I don't care, even if you refuse it baby I pulls to the right, some niggas lookin' shady Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D Feeling like, I've got this hate up in my body Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy Look I got the feeling you been fiening my body Even though the pussy was wet and bloody Before the poison spread to the body So NEXT TIME you rhyme about physically buckin' somebody Nails all done, sportin Muskina on her body Is that your final answer? I'm pretty sure it might be Heard my little freak is pregnant with a baby And the class wanna know who could it be? That man, but we goin' through transition right now baby Part 1, part 2, 3, I guess it's meant to be Don't get it distorted I deflect defects to no degree At the first sign of trouble grab the mic and flee Address assemblies, fuck a crown where would you be You ain't family, it ain't the place to be And when I come back I'ma need seven baby A car pulls up, who can it be? First of all, you can shut it down baby Extort me? Now how that sound B You know how it be I'm lookin' at my TV Woman that you'll never, ever be Doin' every damn thing for J, baby Where they wanna be, how they wanna be Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby Where other niggas would love to be Jay is this way because I have to be I'm ready to spend some of this motherfuckin money baby But it's crazy, to see what people be On Van Dyke and Harper eatin a big baby [Chorus] My gangsta rap, I don't stop very long I don't got long [Verse 3] Dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners I'm one of those pretty boy rappers Anyone able to hear, listen up, listeners Gum rappers, idiotic rappers, psychotic rappers Some write with words, I write with matters You got a mill'? Give it to the haters Holdin my mics stiletto like; invitin these water-head brothers I'm from the, thoroughest borough, and they don't raise no suckers Had to struggle, youngest of three sisters and three brothers Smith and Wessun repping, loaded for you haters Bettin on Lakers, and takers and fakers, and makers To those who wanna take us from 5'0's to fakers I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters I gots the ink if you gots the papers Cause on them same steps for hours, with dealers Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers To put y'all hands on my daughters Got them lil' niggas busting shots and flipping quarters One love to all the preachas on the street corners Away from the knives and slaughter, to their wives and daughters We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders My nickels to dimes, and my dimes to quarters Right up on ya, light up corners The math that shed light, all across the borders Will be the one you need when police raid the corners And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners Swervin' five deep with the heat hittin' corners Christ gettin money with the foreigners All day everyday hittin them corners To get your pre-store orders Mama drama givin birth to my daughters I can swim shark-filled waters! For me emcee's go get restrainin orders Nah, nah, this is for my smokers And my street diagnosis, rock gat with no holsters Niggas rippin down stickers and yo' posters Keepin' the Heater with the toasters Big holes in ya body like coasters And sendin these freestyle braggers and rhymeskill boasters I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters Try to front get your face left next to posters Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters Hoes say I keep it up like posters My code defending my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters Burning this house to the ground, yes I'm killing my master A hand triggers to shoot, so I can clap faster Rhyme master I'm the before and the after I write chapters through the raptures of disaster Shame what the mac can do, K's spit faster Niggas don't recognize who the Longshots are And take your pockets after To batters, muthafucka, it don't matter Strong purchasin is fifty and better Positions, it gets better, to the letter On the real my nigga I'ma money go-getter The less people know about us, the better Stir up the bass when the way you're coming later True princess, sun I'm tryin' to live my life more better It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water Cuts displayed and none of em alter Hard time strapped in the game Blowing motherfuckers out the frame What's my name? Y'all playin' a violent game Pop champagne like it's my middle name Them boys, up in the game Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Yeah, it's my d callin to let me know she's home Love to see you run, I just use your come They think I'm crazy, but the tables have to turn Stop grillin' me before I make you feel some [Chorus] Yeah my gangsta rap, its done