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i rhyme at school/ i rhyme in tha club i got mo cheese than a rat/(want some) my game so deep/ like 2,000 sumthin leagues/ up under tha sea/ but i be on tha streets/ hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/ niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/ look at how i spit/ look at how i flow/ bet if i fucked up/ that i wouldn't hit tha floe/ case ya'll ain't know/ i ride wit guns n clips/ n got some wise words/ that'll be told like myths/ givin tha game whiffs/ on they shirt it might stain/ my words overflowin, like you caught in heavy rain/ tempo goes/ cornas covered up in snow/ bitch niggaz don't know how it work from tha stove/ cop it cook it chop it/ what ya'll want to do/ this that hot shit that ya'll need ta tune to/ what ya'll want to do/ what ya'll gotta say/ (fuck that screw down hea, okay) how you niggaz actin/ how you niggaz roll/ (fuck that nigga/ southside still on) 2x i'm lettin glocks dispearse/ ta some niggaz i am tha worse/ Songtextethis tha second verse/ like tuts tomb i'll leave ya cursed/ rock niggaz like babys they be fast asleep/ i got heat/ specially knowin that tha talk is cheap/ but mine cost a whole lot/ of them dollaz n riches/ i keep a hot glock leavin victims wit stitches/ they in obituaries identified by they pictures/ can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/ my rhymes cappable of bein bought by tha latest/ my clique is on tha verge of bein considered tha greatest/ we like ta show off so them hatas gon hate us/ while sippin stonewall/ in tha club i git lazy/ gittin picked up/ bankers we leavin sticked up/ stats leave ya ripped up/ talk shit then step up/ niggaz betta rep(what) they claim/ i'm a head of tha game / 'cause they call me beretta 'cause i'm sprayin ya brain/ Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260 Aus Songtexte Mania