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09-14-06, 10:42 AM | #1 | ||
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Rap Or Die
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Rap or Die
Hitchcock: I'd just like to let yall know, this is how we live, its rap or die Squad-Up: Look, im about to put my foot down These rappers is outta season, time you got took down Squad-Up nigga im the first line of defense Tre-8 blast, have ya brains lyin on the side of the fence Im smokin out a bottle of that coca-cola The bolder holda, wit mo razr's than motorola My aim like Joe's its sloppppy, the wrist rocky You'll be gettin it done, until ya chick spot me Oh well, its just another whore in the game Bright lights in the sky if you ignorin the name Treat ya like a family portrait, put 4 in ya frame Dog, stick home, or get snapped like a wishbone I was born to spit, born to rip, born to flip When im done wit the game, yall is born to quit Come through and squash all the haters in the room BOOM, now ya face got mo craters than the moon Chorus: [Hitchcock] Puffin on the haze, gettin deep in my mind Getup in the booth, so i can get up on the grind Yeeeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son... What!?.....Cheeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son... Can't get enough of the lyrics and the beats Keep my ear to the hood, and my spirit in the streets Yeeeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son What!?......Cheeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son.... Squad-Up What it is? Im on a long run And you know the boy aint gon stop until the jobs done I rob funds, wit a collection of mob guns Never stuck around the scene when the law comes I could make a whole grip....wit no hits And I dont need Ne-Yo to tell me im so sick You blow dick, im just gettin on my grown shit My whole clique aint never let the dough slip Thats just a precursor to the murder We about them Hardees drugs, coke flip like burgers Agassi on the block, im the best server You niggas stuck where you at, never get further Ya crew scatter when the Uzi is DUMPIN...DUMPIN My hood like Destinys Child, JUMPIN....JUMPIN Got this shit in my veins, like im addicted to rap What up, its Squad up ....Bitch niggas put ya guard up Chorus: [Hitchcock] Puffin on the haze, gettin deep in my mind Getup in the booth, so i can get up on the grind Yeeeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son... What!?.....Cheeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son... Can't get enough of the lyrics and the beats Keep my ear to the hood, and my spirit in the streets Yeeeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son What!?......Cheeeeeeah We RAP or DIE son.... Lets go, dont body yaself shorty...its the Cartel....Hitchcock what up! |
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