Invasion Radio Freestyle Part 1 DJ Green Lantern (Ft. Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Styles P & Uncle Murda)
"Invasion Radio Freestyle Part 1" features artists Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Styles P, and Uncle Murda delivering hard-hitting verses over a gritty hip-hop beat. Released in 2005, the song showcases themes of street life, resilience, and authenticity, with each artist sharing personal experiences and struggles. The lyrical meaning emphasizes survival and loyalty within their communities. Unique elements include aggressive delivery and a raw, unfiltered production style. The freestyle format highlights the artists' lyrical prowess, contributing to the underground hip-hop culture. #HipHop
{Verse 1: Styles P}
I been through a lot of changes
Met a lot of strangers
Outta town I got down, that's a lotta danger
10 years in the game, that's a lotta anger
Lotta wickedness
Lotta snakes, lotta fakes, lotta bitches
A lot of the little mistresses
Just trying to get you for your riches'es
But stay on point like a pencil kid
Aim it at the temple kid or don't even come outside
I said the game's all mental kid
Catch me in the rental kid
Imma show you how I ride
This is S dot P dot
Juice Bar weed spot
Pull up all good uuh
Studio, he not
I'mma make you bleed ock
Walk with a 9, so thе shit make me beebop
Time is monеy, i'm looking at the C-lock
Uncle Murda, come down with the G-lock
{Verse 2: Uncle Murda}
Aww! Aww yeah, cmon man!
You like how I do it, I do it like damn
If you ain't been through it, you wouldn't understand
I'm military minded, I don't get to relax
I got so much drama, I'm always watching my back
It's nuthin' to me though; I love the drama
I been putting the work in; go ask my Grandmama
Ever since I was little little boy
.25s and .380s was my kinda toys
If you ain't lived the life, you won't know what im talkin bout
Murda, this ain't the time to Walk It Out
You feel me; you know what I'm talking bout
Money Power Respect Murda; that's what it's all about
You don't want the barrel in your mouth
You'll be dead before the shells even pop out
I know Biggie like Biggie Baby
I like that Brooklyn boy, rolling with my man Jay-z
Ahhh!
I been through a lot of changes
Met a lot of strangers
Outta town I got down, that's a lotta danger
10 years in the game, that's a lotta anger
Lotta wickedness
Lotta snakes, lotta fakes, lotta bitches
A lot of the little mistresses
Just trying to get you for your riches'es
But stay on point like a pencil kid
Aim it at the temple kid or don't even come outside
I said the game's all mental kid
Catch me in the rental kid
Imma show you how I ride
This is S dot P dot
Juice Bar weed spot
Pull up all good uuh
Studio, he not
I'mma make you bleed ock
Walk with a 9, so thе shit make me beebop
Time is monеy, i'm looking at the C-lock
Uncle Murda, come down with the G-lock
{Verse 2: Uncle Murda}
Aww! Aww yeah, cmon man!
You like how I do it, I do it like damn
If you ain't been through it, you wouldn't understand
I'm military minded, I don't get to relax
I got so much drama, I'm always watching my back
It's nuthin' to me though; I love the drama
I been putting the work in; go ask my Grandmama
Ever since I was little little boy
.25s and .380s was my kinda toys
If you ain't lived the life, you won't know what im talkin bout
Murda, this ain't the time to Walk It Out
You feel me; you know what I'm talking bout
Money Power Respect Murda; that's what it's all about
You don't want the barrel in your mouth
You'll be dead before the shells even pop out
I know Biggie like Biggie Baby
I like that Brooklyn boy, rolling with my man Jay-z
Ahhh!
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