Текст песни Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 12)
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(*talking*)Killa nigga, (run it) hey[Kyleon]Who you know rap fresher than Killa, realer for staticWherever we go, he know where I`m lyrically atBut it`s a bunch of niggaz, trying to act like they badThey must be out of they mind, if they think that madThey say they freestyling, knowing damn well they wrote that shitI done heard it all befo`, I can quote that shitI don`t sell drinks, Killa keep bars fully stockedI got raps for weeks, bitch I keep bars fully cockedI don`t mean to be arrogant, or be a bullet popperDo you really think they can see this bullet, notThese niggaz done lost they mind, confusing themselvesCause they not amusing me, they amusing themselvesI`m the reason, a lot of rappers is losing themselvesAsk `em who the best rapper is, they need to quit choosing themselvesI`m fin to start shooting slugs, and start using them shellsPut a pallet to that ass, and start bruising them tailsYou better go ask cats, about that proven factTry to contest Kyleon, you lose the matchEven when I give `em a life, they still lose the matchGet it they lost they sparkle, they didn`t use the matchI`m so far ahead of myself, I`m the dude to catchCause I stay consistent, what with it you dudes expectI bet now I`m the dude, that these dudes respectCause they know Kyleon flow, is huge as techsTell me who you know, flow as huge as thatBut I`ma keep that to myself, I`ma just conclude with thatKilla 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`sI don`t think the Lord created, a lot of these G`sBroke niggaz say they don`t like me, all I talk about is cashOr how I ride around on glass, well (blow it out your ass)I`ma underground legend, the best of the bestThat`s why when you see Slim, he live way better than the restCompare your favorite independent rapper, put him to the testYou think that cat could fuck with me, (blow it out your ass)I made niggaz get on they hustle, step up they gameThey saw the rocks in the lock, and had to step up they changeI put the North on the map, when the South was running thangsAnd 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 dummiesLet y`all know what was cool, when y`all use to dress funnySlim the reason, you niggaz know undergrounds make moneyAnd y`all try to take it away from me, (blow it out your ass)I speak the truth, while these other rappers tell they talesI keep it gangsta, and don`t make love songs to sellMajor labels say I`m unsignable, I`m like oh wellYou wanna give me a quarter mill, (blow it out your ass)[PJ]I hustle and take bread, move and shake FED`sSoon as I stack my chips, I`m flossing and turning headsHoes I don`t trust, mind on stacking bucksYou mad I`m coming up, well (blow it out your ass)PJ I`m back, gripping and ripping tracksCrucifying these haters, till and collecting stacksDog I`m too thoed, my mouth piece is coldYou want me to fold, well (blow it out your ass)Hoes they gon bop, when I pop up on dotsNiggaz gon start hating, and haters they getting shotMotherfuck the cops, I do what I feelYou talking down cause I`m real, well (blow it out your ass)I`m climbing up the hill, my time has comeYo I`m never ever slipping, hoe I sleep with my gunWanna see you niggaz face, when I pull up on glassPJ, you don`t like me bitch (blow it out your ass)I go with real spitters, like Slim and KillaSir Daily and Lil Mel, money hungry for scrillaChris Ward and Rayface, that`s my teamYou mad we getting green, well (blow it out your ass)