Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 7l Freestyle, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
7l Freestyle |
| Yeah, you goddamn right it’s Celph Titled |
| The granddaddy grenade, mother fucker |
| With my man 7L the devastator |
| This is how we do this shit |
| Yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection |
| All types of different slices selections, the nicest |
| Weapons from the Get Right Reverend |
| Wiling out on niggas with outlandish rage |
| Plus I’m known to tote the iron like a Spanish maid |
| That’s going to body you, really like straighten you out |
| Don’t think I won’t put the barrel straight in your mouth |
| How many times can I write about the same old shit |
| I guess I won’t find out until y’all stop buying it |
| But until then it’s guns, bitches, punch lines and human accords |
| There’s kids across the world to argue over computers |
| Who’s the best? |
| Celph Titled cause he writes heaters |
| Caught so many bodies he should be the MVP wide receiver |
| I seen your chick where the groupies be |
| And when she’s in my bed sounding off key like Lumidee |
| You out looking for the bitch, all nervous and shit |
| I took her to the A-Train and wrote this verse for 7L's mix |
| It’s dangerous to play the role of a gangster |
| When you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters |
| Suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier |
| Southside will flatten you like steam rollers |
| (Verse 2: Big Scoob) |
| Unh hunh, Big Scoob baby |
| AKA Johnny mother fucking Famous |
| Brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters |
| I fuck hoes, dimes, bitches in they prime |
| Hood rat chickens who ain’t got one dime |
| Don’t give a fuck if you swole |
| I fill you with holes |
| Niggas will think you’re Kwame |
| From the dots in your clothes |
| With a chain in your rhyme |
| Wrist that don’t shine |
| Niggas want to be jigga but ain’t got one dime |
| Everybody hot, everybody pop Glock |
| Man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop |
| I kick real shit, Brownsville on the hill shit |
| Big Scoob, Trend Setters, something you can feel shit |
| I Spray your block like graffiti, what |
| And wait for 5−0 to get an autographed CD |
| None of y’all niggas spit lines like these |
| I’ll have your bitch yelling please Hercules, Hercules |
| Its war, it’s like you a dead man walking |
| Trend Setters tired of you bitch niggas talking |
| (Verse 3: Terra) |
| Unnh, Terra, new shit, ha ha |
| Ay yo, there come a time |
| When everything must change |
| When y’all gotta stop selling the fuck out |
| That time is right now |
| You better ask about me, I’m the thug bitch |
| Whip out a shank and a dick in your back |
| Shit on your track, I get it down now |
| They be calling me fire, the rapper die bitch |
| The assassin for hire |
| Took everything I was taught to see what I can do |
| Fuck you hating ass bitches, you heard, you niggas too |
| The ain’t your local radio station, come on dog |
| This ain’t a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall |
| These circles in the streets will get you the fuck hurt |
| And the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest shit first |
| How you want it dog? |
| In your ass or your mouth |
| And you ain’t got that much time because my shit is about to come out |
| And I will fuck, bite your fucking head off too |
| Out with a 4,5 and 6 like kiss, a range too |
| If you truly a queen, then I’m talking to you |
| I’m the heir to the thrown and I’m coming the fuck through |
| It’s my turn Terra |