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Текст песни Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 3)

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(*talking*)Run it, the heavy weight champ of the flows is backKilla nigga, act like you know me sucker, hey[Kyleon]I`m the reason, niggaz caps is leakingWhy a lot of hard MC`s, raps are weakingI`m Killa that`s right, nigga live in the fleshAnd the raps that I rap, mo` live than the restConsistent flow spitter, a consistent hoe hitterPlus I stay in mash mode, cause I`m a consistent go-getterDo` like a grocery store, what you want paper or plasticI don`t have to recycle raps, like paper or plasticI got so many flows, I just might lose a fewSaying a rhyme two times, what I choose to doBut doing that is somp`n, you have to pay dues to doGot so many hard raps, niggaz might confuse a fewSince Havin` Thangs dropped, niggaz been mad as fuckHe keeps spitting hits, that got them niggaz sad as fuckIf I stop rapping, you might be glad as fuckBut I`m not, so right now your ass is stuck whatLike crazy glue, stuck to your pantsBoys spinning my flow, like it`s stuck to a fanI`m what them white boys jamming, in that outpart stuck your manAnd you can`t take it from him, cause it`s stuck to his handI demand, some fucking respect round hereIf it`s wrong, you better get it correct round hereCause we known for keeping bitches, in check round hereWith a flow or the 8, and a tech down here[Sir Daily]It`s the raw Hogg, under boss back in the do`Hitting you where it hurt, while I`m attacking a flowYou see me in them streets, you know I`m packing a fo`With a sack of that dro, trying to mack at your hoeA young rich nigga, with his mind on paperDrop dolla signs on you, if you`re trying to hate usNigga, cause I go liver than youNo line is true, what you got I multiply it to twoCause I`ma hustle mo` harder, with stacks at steakI break the microphone, with raps that`s greatI blow that sticky green, like masking tapeAnd illegal money makers, with cash to makeI flip that candy blue, with glass that skateNow knock your bitch down, just ask your dateNigga I left her mouth, with a nasty tasteThem Outlawz on top, you niggaz last in place, Daily(*talking*)Nigga, it`s like that I feel you DailyBoyz-N-Blue, it`s C. Ward motherfuckerYou already know who, nigga peep this here[Chris Ward]For the 0-4, I`m the new year`s resolutionHazardous also, my force filthy as pollutionNiggaz swearing that they real, but it`s all ammusingCause they act and look real, but it`s all an illusionWhen they talk about my music, they say you possessA type of style that shows, you are truly blessedI got a nationwide delivery, like UPSAnd when in the booth, is like a first grader school recessI just have a lot of fun, with the beatIt`s cold out here in this world, so I gotta run with the heatAnd I don`t trust no niggaz, cause most of `em is shesityThe only one I ever believe in, is the Lord Jesus ChristPlus his game ain`t nothing nice, it`s a mess in my eyesBut I`m still living, so really it`s a blessing in disquiseAnd if this rapping don`t pay off, I`ma really fuck upWhatever or whoever, and more foes gon get stuck upAnd I`m going for the rappers, that always talk trill in they musicAct real in they music, so people can feel they musicOld rappers new rappers, it don`t matterGolf clubs and baseball bats, will make they bones shatterI`m the new threat to this industry, and societyArtists around here envy me, and they try to beMe, just listen they recycling rhymesAnd half of the time, these niggaz recycling mine`sThey take a little from everybody, and recycle they linesNow that`s what you call, a recyclable shineThey just wanna be like a nigga, cause I`m C. Ward babyAnd when they hoes see me shit, they go C. Ward crazyThey rub and hug a nigga, say they love a niggaAnd they stand there frowning, and mean mugging a niggaBut it`s all cool, cause when I walk up to `emAnd look `em in they eyes, they be like what`s up my nigga[Slim Thug]Last but not least, it`s the Boss kapishAnd niggaz better shut they mouth, and ass when I speakI`m a good six years strong, and still at my peakA lot of niggaz came and gone, cause they trash and weakI worked up from a rookie, to the Boss of my clickThat`s why these big mouth pussies, can`t floss what I getNiggaz talk big trash, niggaz swear they got cashNiggaz swear to God they hard, when they get a note padThe rap game today, is so sadCause rap lanes today, is so sadThey quick to tell a nigga, how they so badBut they never own a gun, and they lie with they hoe ass`Face ain`t never wore a mask, never been on the blockDon`t know the difference from a brick, or a fifty pack rockPlease stop with your tales, you niggaz ain`t been to jailYou only did a couple hours, for some tickets in a cellNow you claim you so gangsta, you really so wankstaWhen the shit hit the fan, you gon back down ain`t youNo thank you, your service is not neededNow bitch get the fuck from round here, before you get heated

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