| When there’s beef whoo I come through with the cray troops
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| Rip up your fucking legs turn them jeans to daisy dukes
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| Spray your trucks, spray your coops, spray your Kawasaki bikes
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| Starting hockey fights — Tyson lefts Rocky rights
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| Your moms a khaki dyke, your father dress in drag
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| Stick out his chest and brag how he molest a fag
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| Like father like son
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| Bet you rock Victoria Sec’s sit on the toilet then leak
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| And take it raw up your cheeks
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| Tonight I might just take a buddha spot
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| Dread better take me to the pot
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| Ain’t no killer I just shoot a lot
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| I ain’t no boxer I just punch a lot
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| Jabbing niggas in they belly’s got them spitting up they lunch alot
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| Fuck a Merry Christmas
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| Yo thats the terror day
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| My father was murdered that night so I don’t celebrate
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| If santa hit my chimney with them bozo clothes
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| Ima make the .44 blow
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| Fill his fat ass full of holes holes holes
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| Why you play
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| Knowing that my style is Y2K
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| You can die today
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| Nigga there’s a price to pay
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| Fight for game
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| We could bounce from night to day
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| Cause only one of us is leaving alive, ok?
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| Who wanna wrestle Chris a.k.a. Pun the exorcist
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| Your neck can twist like an owl
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| When I piledrive its effortless
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| Who next to get suplexed off the roof ledge
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| 20 feet in the ground
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| Pass the blueprints
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| Life’s long
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| But cut it off short trying to fight strong
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| You soft think you can handle the force of the 24 inch pythons
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| Strike one, I cut out your eyes and leave you Ray Charles
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| Strike two, you outta here nigga, this ain’t baseball
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| It’s hardcore — for my street rapping outlaws
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| Quick to clap something
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| But rather go out with the South Force
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| South Bronx niggas got it tone
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| I shoved the shotty chrome up a nigga ass
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| Like a motherfucking maricon cause daddy’s home
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| Kids, don’t make me lie to you
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| Cause everybody can die right now, Mommy too
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| Aiyyo I respect ho’s who scam food stamps, wics and shit
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| Also work a nine-to-five driving whips and shit
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| Gasing niggas for their chips and shit
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| laps tops getting over on some offense em shit
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| You might think I be promoting this songs here for the selling
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| How we live
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| Some work, some are career felons
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| We laugh at house-a-dity ho’s and niggas geling not conceded
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| But Ill show you the feist that reduce the swelling
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| When my moneys involved, yo anybody’s for the snaking
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| Some niggas who may think is yo fams, the ones thats faking
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| Lemme find out, dadd’ys stealin my bacon
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| You see me pull a .9 and start poppin like I’m Turbo from «Breakin'»
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| I had that cat folding, rolling aces no faking
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| Talk this, dump him in the furnace in the basement
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| With no traces
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| Im a hit em first then pay off a witness to spit a verse
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| To get rid of his dental work
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| Do ya’ll niggas think it will work
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| Well ima make ya’ll believers cause
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| I’ll be damned cuz moneys comin up short like the Keeblers
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| I make ya’ll feel in some breathers
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| See Sherrif with the heaters
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| Six in your piece
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| Leave the shells line your toes like Adidas
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| This nigga is off the meters
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| Yrical Glocks, gunnin dem down
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| Too many Big and Pacs running around
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| Its just me and the 400 pound
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| Sunkiss with original sounds
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| Repping the Bronx, huh
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| You know we mean now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Foundation , by - Tony Touch. Song from the album The Piece Maker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп