(Chorus)
I don't know what y'all heard about me//
But a hustler can't get a dollar out of me//
Got knives, got shanks, but can't you see...//
That I still got a C-L-I-P//
(Repeat)

Now homey, he in the hood, he servin' the fiends//
Twistin' that shit, burning the trees, learning from G's//
He got a thing for that whip, that ice, that bitch//
That wimp, those lies, that snitch, he focused to win//
He feed those who are hopless and thin//
Gettin' money, gettin' loafers so clean and chauffuers that grin//
In the Range Rovers with spin, and his rope is so grim//
Like pyro's playin' with legos, he got blocks on fire//
Paying off the D's, cops get hired, his shops get wired//
Keep switchin' rides when the drops get tired//
He got a hustle which withstands knocks that're dire//
He's determined, and paving his path and trail//
Ready for the come up, savin' his cash for bail//
He got brave with bags of shells, now cravin' to grab a tail//
But money's number one, so he's shaving the crack and scales//
Slavin' to attract the frails//

(Chorus)
I don't know what y'all heard about me//
But a hustler can't get a dollar out of me//
Got knives, got shanks, but can't you see...//
That I still got a C-L-I-P//
(Repeat)

Hood talkin' they say he about trafficking drugs//
They say you can't see him if you lackin' the funds//
They say he'll have you in the corner, or backin' the clubs//
Crack or X, you'll still dabble with thugs//
Packin' in snubs, they say he got you if you get shackled with cuffs//
They say he's young but wise and smart, surprise and spark//
They say he's got the purest shit, pies aren't dark//
They say he'll only fuck with guys that's hard//
So I says, "aight, my resume's my street cred"//
"My hunger shows these days, I need bread"//
"My way is to heat lead, wanna-be soldier's? I'll blaze the weak dead"//
I said, "I done did stick ups hit a couple spots"//
"With a silencer, to snip and muffle shots"//
"Loaded up the clip and ruffled blocks"//
He say he ain't feelin' the hunger and clout//
Instead of wonderin' how I started thundering out//
His tounge must be exhausted, he kept runnin' his mouth//

(Chorus)
I don't know what y'all heard about me//
But a hustler can't get a dollar out of me//
Got knives, got shanks, but can't you see...//
That I still got a C-L-I-P//
(Repeat)

Said he saw the bitch in me, no strength or might//
Well, he just pushed a friend to fight//
I got a C-L-I-P meant to light, the barrel's length is tight//
The hood they gassin' you, i'll vent the hype//
He ain't put me out on the street like my rent is right//
Fine, he ain't want me, he ain't had to hurt my pride//
I left the meeting wishing I got murked or died//
Question my worth I tried, now I'm ready to let the C-L-I-P squirt and slide//
I'll burn this pussy, watch this skirt get fried//
I followed him around, I know his daily routine//
Heard he gotta fresh crew, I spray the new team//
On Thursday nights he comes to see a bitch in this buildin'//
So I figured out what time she'd be sippin' his children//
Right on the couch is where he feel the clip and be killed in//
His soldiers were whipped, they was just chillin'//
So I sent my girl to distract the fools, she had 'em in the six acting cool//
Lips smacking, drooling bunch of wannabe pimps, lacking rules//
Now I got thoughts of hittin' them, switch ta snatching jewels//
But kept the goal in sight, plus that white gold ain't tight//
Slipped past the door to the lobby, i'm a put the four to his body//
Show him the shotty, went up the elevator reached the room//
Their sexual speech did bloom, maids gonna need gallons to bleach that nigga's tomb//
I'ma leave blood all over son, both of them each get wombed//
I pulled over the hoody to cover my face, shower the strays//
Kicked open the door, fuck pickin' it, I don't bother the maze//
Fuck sayin' anything, don't bother a phrase//
(sniff sniff) Weed smoke, guess they smotherin' the haze//
He was right on the couch, and she was on top//
Couldn't see a lot, the hoody was thick, I sent off a shot//
She got hit, then I emptied the C-L-I-P, trick was the first to drop//
He went for his gat, but the hollows blasted his chance//
Guess there never was a bitch stashed in my stance//
Couldn't take my eyes off the girl though, she looked familiar//
Curiousity grew, so I took off the mask and then glanced//
Cleaned the blood off her face, SHIT that's my sister//
FUCK!! Now I'm wishing I never had a C-L-I-P, I miss her//

(Chorus)
I don't know what y'all heard about me//
But a hustler can't get a dollar out of me//
Got knives, got shanks, but can't you see...//
That I still got a C-L-I-P//
(Repeat)

FALLOWS THE 50 PIMP BEAT LOL TIGHTLEY SPIT I BELIEVE SUPERIOR TO FIFTY'S VWORK ON THE BEAT LOL TIGHT AS EXPECTED FROM YOU PEEP MY NEW ONE CANT LET LOOSE

ill dawg.. keep 'em comin'.. you need to start on audio man, I keep tellin' ya

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Uppin' this joint... took mad work yo. I'm tryin' ta get the audio set off though. HOLLA!

Damn... this joint is hot... don't sleep on this thread!

It would be alot better if you came out with your own stuff instead of biting real rappers stuff...No props here

Hey retard... I ain't bitin' his shit... Ha, ha... it's my own song. Except it's got the same beat an' style an' shit. You don't know nothin' kid... keep watchin' your porno's at home. Leave the rhymin' to the real m.c.'s.

enigs right on that b-mack, anyways like said before ya probably ain't never heard of borrowing shit, like you would do in a freestyle or a remix like Hail Mary 2003. nice shit enig

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!

Uppin' this joint.

Yeah but you see Busta Em and 50 can bite hail mary cause they're rap is actually worth listening to...Enig tries too hard. Come creative, your re-remixes are old kid....tired...yawn

This was straight up whack ,,, No wordplay or vocab at all ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Enigmatic's battle record explains it all

Damn... y'all niggas are just hatin' on me now an' shit. It's all good though, I got you niggas. Fuckin' haters...