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so much bars. part 2
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Guest Speaker (Sir Franklyn John):
Erm goodmorning, 80SHOTS we gotta do something man, nodody's keeping it real anymore, but hey i guess we can be fake. look at artist like rule an ll cool j they makeing money and there rapping for hoes. so what should we do, 80SHOTS: listen dogg you need to chill, tell me what you think about this... where i come from, it aint nothing but murderous looks/ joints hoes niggaz mexicans that rap wit the illset hookz/ you get shot-you dont even feel it, use to the pain/ every days a rainy day, got nothing to loose an nufin 2gain/ the sky's blue, but you are to, from the constant pain of cold/ so many years as a mute, your unspoken words seem old/ every nigga wanna be a soldier,da rap game seems so tasteless/ could of got rated a thousand times, but life seems so senseless/ guns drugs fast cars bling that what every nigga needs?/ pdiddy and master-p must be rich,but damm where there talent g/ 50 i rate you, but nigga you need to elevate/ in da club was aaaight, stunt 101 nigga that shit was fake/ i'm into locks, mobb deep mos def dem niggaz r real/ wordplay like drama, them niggaz skits appeal/ cant survive without my family need my mumma love constantly/ only got a picture to remember her by, aint got love for nobody/- Guest Speaker (Sir Franklyn John): now 80 hold on right there, aint you gonna include any disses on anybody, common we gotta pump it up. 80SHOTS: well i'm aaaight wit everybody in this motha fucka. but yo check it: beef comes to me i handle shit like i'm gangster/ put pen to paper, an torture ya with literature/ your quick to run yo mouth, i'm quick to take u out/ no 1 like that cent u wear-its smells like bad trout/ smash a pane of glass-slit yo wrsit then use my fist/ samuri yo ass (Guest Speaker: 80 your taking the piss) yo Guest i need no help, my lyrics pop your vane/ major artery's failing, while the blood rushed to yo brain/ no need for torture-the only thing that can stop me is god, homie/ see the fears in yo eyes, i know u scared homie/ fuck these commercial niggaz fuck nelly an fuck chingy/ yaahl niggaz know shit about tha game, but still getting money/ could battle both of ya an dismantel ya-put u in jamaica/ too much pressure-u2 fake rappaz ship yo ass back to albania/ flows so weak, i battle ya while playing hide an seek/ nigga it not worth it, beefin wit me-u end up dead in tha street/ Excuse me 2way, i would love to battle you again, but dont front nigger me and u aint friends. see some stuff u said in are battle u took it too far!.. Bitch u got brave hearted coz we were battle-in/ said a few things about me-that i know u regretting/ you fucking trick, i cant even diss you coz it aint worth it/ if you dont like me you pussy, u can suck my dick trick! ha ha, just some lil freestyles this nigga fort of, piece out, an fuck 2way, fuck tha whole of disturbing-the-piece, fuck them niggaz! ---------------------- ha ha |
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