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[talking] Killa nigga, (run it) hey [Kyleon] Who you know rap fresher than Killa, realer for static Wherever we go, he know where I'm lyrically at But it's a bunch of niggaz, trying to act like they bad They must be out of they mind, if they think that mad They say they freestyling, knowing damn well they wrote that shit I done heard it all befo', I can quote that shit I don't sell drinks, Killa keep bars fully stocked I got raps for weeks, bitch I keep bars fully cocked I don't mean to be arrogant, or be a bullet popper Do you really think they can see this bullet, not These niggaz done lost they mind, confusing themselves Cause they not amusing me, they amusing themselves I'm the reason, a lot of rappers is losing themselves Ask 'em who the best rapper is, they need to quit choosing themselves I'm fin to start shooting slugs, and start using them shells Put a pallet to that ass, and start bruising them tails You better go ask cats, about that proven fact Try to contest Kyleon, you lose the match Even when I give 'em a life, they still lose the match Get it they lost they sparkle, they didn't use the match I'm so far ahead of myself, I'm the dude to catch Cause I stay consistent, what with it you dudes expect SongtexteI bet now I'm the dude, that these dudes respect Cause they know Kyleon flow, is huge as techs Tell me who you know, flow as huge as that But I'ma keep that to myself, I'ma just conclude with that Killa nigga, don't make cock the pump and (blow it out your ass) [Slim Thug] Nigga please, the world ain't seen too many me's I don't think the Lord created, a lot of these G's Broke niggaz say they don't like me, all I talk about is cash Or how I ride around on glass, well (blow it out your ass) I'ma underground legend, the best of the best That's why when you see Slim, he live way better than the rest Compare your favorite independent rapper, put him to the test You think that cat could fuck with me, (blow it out your ass) I made niggaz get on they hustle, step up they game They saw the rocks in the lock, and had to step up they change I put the North on the map, when the South was running thangs And y'all think y'all fucking with me, (blow it out your ass) I showed you niggaz how to ball, y'all was looking like dummies Let y'all know what was cool, when y'all use to dress funny Slim the reason, you niggaz know undergrounds make money And y'all try to take it away from me, (blow it out your ass) I speak the truth, while these other rappers tell they tales I keep it gangsta, and don't make love songs to sell Major labels say I'm unsignable, I'm like oh well You wanna give me a quarter mill, (blow it out your ass) [PJ] I hustle and take bread, move and shake FED's Soon as I stack my chips, I'm flossing and turning heads Hoes I don't trust, mind on stacking bucks You mad I'm coming up, well (blow it out your ass) PJ I'm back, gripping and ripping tracks Crucifying these haters, till and collecting stacks Dog I'm too thoed, my mouth piece is cold You want me to fold, well (blow it out your ass) Hoes they gon bop, when I pop up on dots Niggaz gon start hating, and haters they getting shot Motherfuck the cops, I do what I feel You talking down cause I'm real, well (blow it out your ass) I'm climbing up the hill, my time has come Yo I'm never ever slipping, hoe I sleep with my gun Wanna see you niggaz face, when I pull up on glass PJ, you don't like me bitch (blow it out your ass) I go with real spitters, like Slim and Killa Sir Daily and Lil Mel, money hungry for scrilla Chris Ward and Rayface, that's my team You mad we getting green, well (blow it out your ass) Aus Songtexte Mania