Single $0.75
Album $8
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,321
Peak in subgenre #1,718
Author
birdtweezy
Rights
http:birdtweezy.my-place.com
Uploaded
July 26, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:04
Lyrics
were my dollars at bring my dollars back
i aint new to rap im out here movin crack
im bout makin stacks so bring my dollars back
greedy call me that im were them dollars at
step back b*** es cause im switchin my flow up
i spit crack u a methlab that couldnt even blow up
your sh** s weak, defenseless, like the borders of canada
i spit heat u sensless dude an i kno how ta handle ya
Im telling you my friend one day all this rapping sh** will end
It will be in the past Its not worthy to last
A legacy of dirt created by words aimed to hurt
im im the best at it cause me im a rap addict
im a lyrical savage gimme a target an ill clap at it
im comin at u b*** wit the 9 milli fulla bullet points
cause u snitches gettin smoked like a handfulla joints
cause ill blaze em back to back i got themack to clap
cause ill run up jack ya stacks b*** ur to wack to rap
i got b*** es flossing in gold, so hot, when i sleep i'm still blowing smoke
an dem hoglegs i roll 1 shot ell leave a hole in ya throat
the only reason u legendary is because a ya crew
i leave u dead an buried u just some battlin noobs
I fixed up my style, you watched me learn and ya f*** in heard too
Im so sick I stuck my dick in the promiscuous b*** and gave her the bird flu
Im better then you no matter how u try to paint-it
cause me ima veteran dude an u aint even half as famous
u aint sh** in the rap game im touchin ya brain an makin the stew
youre like michael jackson face it aint sh** faker than you
u aint makin it thru i leave u on crutches ur a waste ull jus lose
I aint fakin it dude dont need punches for ya face to get bruised
leave all fags slain, i've mastered this rappin sh** fast and quick
get slashed and ripped, even 'o.d'd like anna nicole smith
my savage scripts damage b*** , your nothin on this rap trash
birdtweezy's iller, give free fillers to save punches on his wack ass
body blow, illegal elbow, you try to bite like you was Mike tyson
i got a desert eagle shelltoes an me i like the idea a fightin
Just relax, and lay back while i beat your ass until you black and blue
u say u got dj's backin u if they bring the beat back all u hear is me smackin u
youre a loser and your fake as well ill send ya straight to hell
f*** with you so bad mentally your mind will try to excape itself
an i kno u thinkin that ya freestyle sh** is so hot
ima g jus ask ya b*** while im up in er spot
I dont gotta curse, just to make my verses rhyme
As long as it hurts, and ya Lesson's learnt the first time
cause real eyes can realize them real lies
an u can still die i kill guys im still fly
u winnin there aint no way I'ma let that happen
You can do the talkin, an ima do the rappin
Youre getting hit right off the stage while I break your shoulder blades
Stay on minimum wage, the only way youll blow up is with a grenade
Get taken out, you aint playing the game, you warmin the bench
whos fake now aint noone sayin ur name i fell sorry for these flies thats swarmin ya stech
