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[talking] Hey Hump, how much you paid E.S.G. To get on the H.S.E. album mayn (I gave that nigga three full cookies, told him Get his ass away come back and get a fifty pack) Hey y'all, E.S.G.. snort cocaine ha-ha-ha [Hook] Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit R-E double D, we running this rap shit Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit [Lil' Flip] The take over, yeah the break's over I'm the God of freestyle, bitch I'm from the Clover And I'm screwed up, did I make myself clear Now you got me pissed off, so I'ma end your career I don't care if you swang and bang, you still broke to me Remember Hump, use to let you snort dope for free Look you ain't on my level, cause you are lame You had to run from your gal, so you could do some caine You went from Perion, Black Heart to Wreckshop Now you got some tattoos, so you wanna be Pac You fell from top ten, to not mentioned at all Face it E, you will never have a plack on your wall SongtexteYou did Maan with Big Moe, then you left the label You ain't get shit, Big Moe got a Navigator Matter fact, you had the worst verse on the song But we all know, you ain't shit but a clone You ain't write Buy the Car, nigga I wrote that hook But I should of known that day, I couldn't find my notebook And you are, so laaaame Damn E.S.G.., tell the truth how long you been in this game You came out with Ocean of Funk, and Sailin' Da South Then you went to jail nigga, so you took a loss Then you returned, with the Living Dead But wasn't nobody feeling you, your career was dead [Hook] Big H.A.W.K., we running this rap shit Po-Yo, we running this rap shit T.J., we running this rap shit Big Moe, we running this rap shit 3-2, we running this rap shit Slim Thug, we running this rap shit Scarface, we running this rap shit U.G.K., we running this rap shit [Lil' Flip] Now you rolling with Slim Thug, cause you done lost your buzz You ain't shit, so you don't get respect in clubs I took you to get your license, I paid your bills And don't you think right now, it's time to change your grill Don't nobody wear crushed, we wearing princess cuts And didn't you see the new Vibe, I bet that fucked you up Scarface said it all, in one paragraph Now who the Freestyle King, don't make me laugh Now tell your fans, how you stole raps out my books Tell your fans, Lil' Flip wrote all your hooks I'm spectacular, bite your neck like Dracula Nigga I wrote it, you ungrateful bastard And you are, so laaaame You almost thirty, and you still broke in this game You really from Bogalusa, but you claim you Texas Tell the truth, you ain't never drive a Lexus And you are, so laaaame You might sell more records, if you quit screaming mayn Your style been whack, so now it's time to retire I thought I made myself clear, to stop stealing my style And Lil' Flex, you ain't shit but a hoe Don't try to be Yungstar, get your own flow We all know, that Z-Ro go the hardest We Screwed Up Click, we gon shine regardless [Hook] Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit R-E double D, we running this rap shit Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit [talking] You fake motherfucking rappers Yeah we run this rap shit, broke bitch No rapping ass motherfuckers, that's jealous Cause young niggaz got y'alls spots bitch Been another nigga play, Freestyle King forever hoe Sucka Free run this shit, fake motherfucker Yeah nigga, y'all thought I was gone bitch Remember this, don't give a fuck about Flex We don't give a fuck about E.S.G. Take a dick to your brain bitch, yeah CEO's for life Sucka Free run this shit, you old Flex You and that bitch Den Den, Den Den I thought You were a CEO bitch, you a CE-Hoe That's why we see your as at the Impact, broke bitch Aus Songtexte Mania