Single $0.75
Album $8
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #16,116
Peak in subgenre #744
Author
birdtweezy
Rights
http:birdtweezy.my-place.com
Uploaded
October 05, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.6 MB • 128 kbps • 1:46
Lyrics
thug with me?! think not! you couldn't hang! your rookier than a rent-a-cop joinin a street gang.
cuz of wise lies, i'll hire five guys, and do drive bys, i got my doggs and they'll take all ur "cats" nine lives,
My crew consist of a murderous LIST Ma tatics cut your throat an see how you SPIT
while i advance with people buyin my sh** you stay a textee labled a broke ass b***
so take advantage of your style cauz its PLAYEDI blow slugs with intentions of meltin your BRAIN
When god made you, He put on too much wackness I say just put a bullet in ya so, F*** some Practice
One round or two im liable to drop kids away like bilbles an crosses wit rifle an glock clips
You want a disagreement Then let's-agree You're just playing yourself, and letting-me be the referee
savagely I ravage thee, fantastic trappers couldn’t capture me imagining these trageties, that happen to you wack mcs
Gonna need the Paramedics when tweezy Slings a Pair a fists Bombin this wannabe so hard call me the king a terrorists
You dont get lifted at all while i just lift up an over I'll Cut Ya Juggular then mug ya for The Chips on ya Shoulders
you know i gotta Trick up my sleeve no doubt so Come Closer I blow sh** up with ease an ya Mouths my Gun Holster
I'm known for bitin' but not for rhymes that I stole I chew up Emcees and an I swallow em whole
other Mc's ya need to take five, start ya break// Ya like overflowin toilets an this sh** ya cant take
This battles like 'sunbathing'..you get ya 'ass tanned' Get murked-quick by tweezy i'm like 'anthrax in a trashcan'
My rhymes are out of this world, ya know, intergalactic While you still be askin "Paper or Plastic?"
You try to be tough, act like a big shot But you the h*** that rats out ya boys So u dont get caught
to prepare for defeat you should shoot some novacain
you'll still feel destruction, buh it should slow tha pain
I’ll blow your little canoe rhymes straight out of the water
My flow is a submarine, with sub-machines, prepare ya ass for slaughter
