be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone
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I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone
I can't be touched Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy nuts But ain't shit sweet, don't get it twisted I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I
I can't be touched Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy nuts But ain't shit sweet, don't get it twisted I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine,
another nigga's style Punk don't let this rap shit get you broke off Cause see it's potent like that ain't right Find a maiden name for yourself but don't
on fire If you can't stand the heat, then you should try Victim of my vices, you know you are You skate on ice to paradise, stairway to the stars Stage fright all night, won't
we're giving We're giving heartbeat props Why wait until the heartbeat stops? We're giving heartbeat props (Heartbeat props) (We're giving heartbeat
don?t even know who you are fool Keepin? that barstool warm like norm Then it hit me, right there center in my heartbeat Shot down but I loved it I
it up, gut it up with cold cuts with another nut heated up, came dirty. I'll be off in that kryptonite turned him into liquid ice, stained his jersey.
' pity for I don't know what I was frontin' on But I don't see nothin' wrong, sprung or gone My every heartbeat's weaker, follow the leader I promise I won't
triggers get witcha Nigga before long you need stitches in your long Johns A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't
s a real bitch sometimes Your heartbeat raising like the rate of the crime I could probably turn water to wine Restless, double platinum, it's the sign of the time It ain't
In these streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up Forgive but don't forget your benz'll get wet up Niggaz come around frontin, don't believe 'em You ain't
mode If I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya Till it ain't no more, ain't no dough Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed I'm a living anal probe I'm
