your squad with steady plans I body slam punks like superstar billy gramm *straight spittin...word is bond...flip mode squad...striaght spittin...lyrical Ass whippin...we straight spittin
it I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M and M's Roll with the Mafia remember them? Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up apostles
them 3...memba me [Chorus] [Verse: Wish Bone] What I got to do to for you not to forget who brought you that straight thug spit Sped up a little bit
with us South Side nigga and we down tah bust I'm #1 Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme
blue balls Gold medalist spit, doin' this ever since Third time felon nigga, who you tellin'? 'Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes And dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust
Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers Top model diva but my name not Eva Yeah, I brang fever rockin' classic Adidas I'm straight off the heater
me get tipsy Who wanna ride with me? 160 Up and down, 48 trackin' Ski mask, kick in doors in, straight beat jackin' Ball battin' rhymes all in your skull
swords behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous notes dope rhyme
yo, Hey yo, Hey yo (Dirtman) I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit You never seen it before its all Ligitement Italiano bust holes
big Bad Ass in this motherfucker, see y'all niggaz know the half Still representin' the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave Unfuckwittable, see all we bust is rhymes
from the Great Lakes, West to Eastside You tramp, trick, hach, I spit Undergrade if you ain't getting paid like this The hours of the ATL paves my name Spitting
the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga Ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X Ruff
bloody body chilling in the sewer Enemy's a viewer, I'm sipping on Caluha Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla Heading to the Eastside, watch your back busta
clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust Not too many ducks is goin' against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme
a halt Do I remind you of blistering nitroglycerine rhyme assault? Vails venomous radio occult A commision of ?exactoplay? spitting indults Nice
Suede Cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target When the narc's hit, rumor is you might start to spit You nice
' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier [Verse 6: MC Ren] Who that nigga you can call to spit
