[Round 1: K-Shine]
We ain't even the same T, I guess that’s why this feeling kinda odd
I mean we shuffle the same deck but we play different type of cards
I call a spade a spade nigga and you cut with a different type of heart
If I woulda got shot around I wouldn't have told my story behind bars
I'd a shot around and then told my story behind BARS!
But what’s the first thing you do?
You jump yo fat stankin' ass on a computer
And do a blog glorifying a man damn near hitting ya medulla
But there was never a blog you picking ya tool up
There was never a blog about you gripping ya Ruger
There was never a blog about you splitting his crew up
So glorify what T? That's the shit that confuse us
Cause real niggas don't respect who get shot, we respect the shooter!
But I'm happy you survived T, I'm keeping that too G
Cause that was a given from God, thank you
For blessing me with the opportunity to finish the job
I slide in that SUV while the windows is dark
Then *skeeert* under ya Jeep before ya engine can start
I put that Dezzi out the window, give it a spark
And make that hit out the van like I'm Kendrick Lamar
I'da had that whole scene filled with Bibles and churches
Recitals from verses, ain’t no need for riding in hearses
It’s like he getting crucified if he surviving the first hit
I come back to cross T like I'm writing in cursive, nigga
I tell a nigga so it ain’t no Good Times if a nigga grip the toast
I put you in a Different World, gotta shoot it with a Different Stroke
You Married With Children? Well that's coming in handy
I got incest bullets that keep 'em All In The Family
You ain't Saved By The Bell, nigga if I grip the Eagle
These twin .9’s will have y'all niggas Living Single
That's the Wayans brothers, Sister/Sister
When I pull out everybody get it
I don't care if it's a Full House you peel out, take you off the air And squeeze three
Why he in a chair? So he could really sit calm (sitcom) when I'm hitting up T, V
Don't act out, that fat mouth be the reason ya cats getting sprayed
What you chatting 'bout? Got niggas trying to jack what he say? That's gon give half of y'all the MAC, the other half get that "Ch-Ch" and bang
All it takes is T bars (T-Boz) to get that Mac(k) 10 and gauge (engaged)
Get it? T-Boz got Mack 10 engaged
I got a whole bunch of rapping shit, nigga had one battle, you never had no classic shit
You bodied Clips and he lost that, so let me get into my classic shit
Some shit like, "How you want it nigga? Shotty or Tommy?
Corner store setup or shot in the lobby?
Have ya complex looking like the night of the zombie
I ace ya whole hood and put ya bodies in bodies
As far as these rhymes I done mastered this
He only had two battles, no classic shit
Should I get right back to my classic shit?
Rex, get right back to that classic shit?
I say, how you want it nigga?
Psych (sike), another midwest nigga with a death wish
Sawed off shotty fuck around and eat the bread sticks
I switch it to an AK fire it 'til the lead hit
Walk up to the body give him that 'Is he dead' kick
Then fire every round with that chopper until my leg slip
ZIP EM UP!
We ain't even the same T, I guess that’s why this feeling kinda odd
I mean we shuffle the same deck but we play different type of cards
I call a spade a spade nigga and you cut with a different type of heart
If I woulda got shot around I wouldn't have told my story behind bars
I'd a shot around and then told my story behind BARS!
But what’s the first thing you do?
You jump yo fat stankin' ass on a computer
And do a blog glorifying a man damn near hitting ya medulla
But there was never a blog you picking ya tool up
There was never a blog about you gripping ya Ruger
There was never a blog about you splitting his crew up
So glorify what T? That's the shit that confuse us
Cause real niggas don't respect who get shot, we respect the shooter!
But I'm happy you survived T, I'm keeping that too G
Cause that was a given from God, thank you
For blessing me with the opportunity to finish the job
I slide in that SUV while the windows is dark
Then *skeeert* under ya Jeep before ya engine can start
I put that Dezzi out the window, give it a spark
And make that hit out the van like I'm Kendrick Lamar
I'da had that whole scene filled with Bibles and churches
Recitals from verses, ain’t no need for riding in hearses
It’s like he getting crucified if he surviving the first hit
I come back to cross T like I'm writing in cursive, nigga
I tell a nigga so it ain’t no Good Times if a nigga grip the toast
I put you in a Different World, gotta shoot it with a Different Stroke
You Married With Children? Well that's coming in handy
I got incest bullets that keep 'em All In The Family
You ain't Saved By The Bell, nigga if I grip the Eagle
These twin .9’s will have y'all niggas Living Single
That's the Wayans brothers, Sister/Sister
When I pull out everybody get it
I don't care if it's a Full House you peel out, take you off the air And squeeze three
Why he in a chair? So he could really sit calm (sitcom) when I'm hitting up T, V
Don't act out, that fat mouth be the reason ya cats getting sprayed
What you chatting 'bout? Got niggas trying to jack what he say? That's gon give half of y'all the MAC, the other half get that "Ch-Ch" and bang
All it takes is T bars (T-Boz) to get that Mac(k) 10 and gauge (engaged)
Get it? T-Boz got Mack 10 engaged
I got a whole bunch of rapping shit, nigga had one battle, you never had no classic shit
You bodied Clips and he lost that, so let me get into my classic shit
Some shit like, "How you want it nigga? Shotty or Tommy?
Corner store setup or shot in the lobby?
Have ya complex looking like the night of the zombie
I ace ya whole hood and put ya bodies in bodies
As far as these rhymes I done mastered this
He only had two battles, no classic shit
Should I get right back to my classic shit?
Rex, get right back to that classic shit?
I say, how you want it nigga?
Psych (sike), another midwest nigga with a death wish
Sawed off shotty fuck around and eat the bread sticks
I switch it to an AK fire it 'til the lead hit
Walk up to the body give him that 'Is he dead' kick
Then fire every round with that chopper until my leg slip
ZIP EM UP!
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!