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State ya name-(Feat Big City, Young Kastro, Paul Cain, and Hitchcock
IP:
Hitchcock= Blue
Big City= Red
Young Castro= Green
Paul Cain= Orange
 Its time for the reckoning niggaz lets get it poppin
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State ya name Gangsta
Big City, son
Where ya from?
The Bury, nigga
You gon hold it down?
Why the hell not?
Aight then
+Big City+
You cant get on my level, not even someday jack
Cuz yall all under Big City like subway tracks
B.C. still holdin the chrome
Gotta pack a gat the spin back quicker than rotary phones
After this, then the skills is hopefully known
Im a balloon ass nigga, yall im supposed to be blown
Look, my ascension is near
You got 5 seconds to tell me why i shouldnt end ya career
POW Times up, you get dumped in the trash
Watch my bars grow feet and start "jumpin ya ass"
Wait ima flip the script
These mc's on hydraulics, they jumpin from dick to dick
Its a shame but its true, keep ya friends in ya sight
Because whats starts wit a hug, might end wit the knife
I never halt to send a liar backwards
Get it right,.... Big City's back like Chiropractors....1....
State ya name Gangsta
Young Kastro the Answer
Where you from?
P-City Fool
You gon hold it down?
Ayesssir
Nuff said then nigga
+Young Kastro+
Young Kas'll crush ya domepiece, till ya bones creak
I got a chrome beast, that i use to blow heat
So when you see me dont speak
Cuz im aimin at ya face to leave more than a swoll cheek
more like a slow leak, heres a tip for the rest
I pack perforatin punches, that'll cripple the best
And you can touch my jewels if you lookin to die
You trynna reach my level than look in the sky
I drive through the spot, all the dimes lookin to ride
Kas hit chicks that make Halle berry look like a 5
Im the shit when im in the kitchen cookin a pie
You'll never find a nigga thats as crooked as I
Listen this Kastro
Be real, im like Niagra when it comes to my cashflow
I flip niggas out, when i flick the triggas out
You'll be chopped and screwed like them niggas from swisha house..FAGGOT
State ya name Gangsta
Paul Cain nigga
Where you from?
D-Town, live
You gon hold it down?
You already know
Spit at these niggas mayne
+Paul Cain+
Paul Cain be the champ of digits
Ya'll like cheerleaders over the summer, ya whole camp is bitches
Steel toeds boots, put a stamp in britches
Wish i had one big enough to clamp the snitches
I'll let the tech scream
and when ya brain start to leak, it'll give niggas "wet dream"
Ock, im flashin techs wit plenty of jagged threats
Im spit that flame yall niggas call me Dragons breath
You braggin less, cuz my mentatlity's murder
Niggas wanna get money for beef, guess they salaries burgers
Im move the keys up the creek, to the fiends up the street
On average Cain pull about 3 sluts a week
They say get a gimmick, start a lil dance
But thats why yall never grow like artificial plants
Niggaz say "Damn Cain its hard to stop you"
Cuz i get niggas cut more the Barbeshop 2....
How many times must i tell you niggas, we not wit the beef niggas
we spit and defeat niggas...
ITS THAT EAST COAST SHIT..
You want it, we live it
ITS that HARDCORE SHIT
You want it, we give it
SO-- BACK--- ON ---UP
We run this, you iznt...BIATCCCH
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