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John Forte

Poly Sci

  rap  hip hop  hip-hop  usa  east coast
275 3 часа назад

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[Forte - Intro]No need to be scared, you got to be prepared (Nutzbaby!)No games, just taking names... (Nutbaby!)I got vendetta son, If I must say, you need to recognize John Forte`...(Nutzbaby!)I want two minutes, uninterrupted just to let you know how things go(Nutzbaby!)The full on introduction, listen hard I`ll put you on to somethin`(Nutzbaby!)To Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)[Forte - One Verse]I heard the buzz lord, it trapped meWith all these niggas records sounding happyThat`s nonsense, so even when I smile I`m kicking street shit you bounce withYou want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders fifteen records gold-platedBut it`s the Nutzbaby, know your territory `fore you play itIs you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravyShady niggas taste to say we unofficialGrissle, slide dog I`m certified!You rappers irk me to my heartWith a spike in every tree, odysseySounding like you, gott-aBe who you be, Centers, don`t shoot a threeI hit it hard love, my pain is sincereI want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this yearit`s to stop your careerSo brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you`re dead weightYou mid-weight, I`m closer to the street than a mix tape, babywho you think you dealin` with?! I`m known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shitSo who fraud? Speak on it godGet the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,I`m gettin` love, In the strip joint, tight!V.I.P., all downtown, New York babyThree scoops and have `em giggling, "Oops, Nutzbaby!"This a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip `em bareand do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go thereI`m here to think quick, and drink slowFor brothers that I link with, got liquidLike a flow, shorties actin` stank `til they seen the videoAnd wore ins with my mens, I break `em off like bobby pins,joyride like Spragga BenzOnly seven niggas in this close, `til death, an overdoseManage funds with number one, O.T.`s with baby gunsChop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,Nelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paidAnd to my mentor, the true inventor, Black SinatraThe San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie OsheSo what the deal? That the deal!I set shit off then peelAnd when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiateMostly lately, I`m gettin` on `emYou`re trying to break me? I`m SHITTIN` on `em!Well you can hate me `cause I`m swiftWho the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reefYou know the stat there, I bless itI ain`t home, leave a messageYou a hoe from years ago, John Forte` ain`t in the rest hereI let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it`Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record![Forte` - Spoken]Ay yo Warren man, take that from the top manI`m-I`m-I`m not feelin` it...

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