Текст песни C-Rayz Walz - Guns and Butter, слова песни C-Rayz Walz

Текст песни C-Rayz Walz - Guns and Butter

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[ad libs and shouts for first 12 seconds][C-Rayz Walz]C-Rayz, guns and butter!Go back upstairs, eat your mac cheese and fishsticksYou not 50, you gon` die tryin to "Get Rich"I spit sick, my lungs` disease is from AsiaMy LP`s a "Funcrusher" too, my Fantasia`sRoy Jones, knock opponents and ball tooI`m a MC! (Yo!) What the fuck they call you?!Pussy, my grammar`s truth y`allYou wanna be a player, just to dive for loose ballsDickhead - come out your face, say somethin slickMy lines get all up in your ass, like your uncle`s dickThat chick said you`re a small piece of woodstuck in her fingertip (huh?) Little prick!You ain`t even on my son`s level, he just a little sickThis ain`t really nuttin devil, it`s just a little bitIllegitimate trip through my scenic pathIf I really spit, the kids would hate english classDo the math, my science will blow up your labSlow up your staff, I laugh at your arts and craftsYou ass, smelly socks and jocks, gym trashDrag past those who study honies with drab bagsSon you, have your moms yellin HEY THEY +BAGGED-DAD+Come through, bomb you like schools in IraqDumb dude, in fact you fiction, mouth be spittinRaps collapse your ear where wax`ll stack, listenDrum tap, young cat, old vision, soul glistenGun clap, one track mind, rhyme whole rhythm creatinInstead of waitin, refrain from thought patternsOf your dame givin me crazy brains like horseradish[Chorus]Get those props, follow my lightSpit so hot, last week I had to swallow my iceWe end the year with a token ending, swollen sentenceOff the chain like a stolen pendant Get those props, follow my lightSpit so hot, last week I had to swallow my iceIn the gutter where suckers`ll cut ya, mothers`ll hug yaIt all comes down to guns and butter[C-Rayz Walz]I already seen a mill`/Amil, but you ain`t even heard me yetShe moves well without the +Roc+ like the Jersey NetsYou can`t, get in the game, your position is lameStay on the bench, enjoy the wood you Marc Twain characterI`m holdin back! So I won`t melt the polar capsSo good off the top, my hairline`s growin backI make sense/cents now, I`ll make dollars laterHolla hater, catch a scratch from the Cut CreatorThese is Reebok lines, they supposed to be pumpedAnd get your smoke for free, like promotional bluntsYour style standard, my style is simply candidI don`t jerk off no more, I came empty-handedHoneydip said you spit like you sprayin a clipAnd wipe my mouth off with tissue, I be sayin some shitSo you can stack cracks, clap gats or rapWe where the wild things are, and it`s a fact I maxSubtract the whack, now divide the stacksMultiplied by the feel of the real, and I`m backAnd my DAT contains the masters, so I maintain disasterPolly with NASA, master tracksAnything less than that? I`m bridgin the gapLike African tribes, I got pussy sewed up, it`s a rapBut if it`s that deep, dap me, clap me tooI fear none of you characters, like Scrappy Doo"C`mon, put `em up!" Make the rumors greaterMy name`s fate, we gon` meet up, sooner or laterGive you fools +Juelz+, like a Santana verseAnd wreck the beat `til your bandana burst[Chorus]

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Guns and Butter

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