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Tracey Lee, The Madd Rapper, Black Rob,

Evolution 3000 (Main Version)

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[The Madd Rapper Intro]Roll another blunt man, Cuz shit I gotta get highThat’s the key to my shit, I get highYa mean[Tracey Lee Intro]Yo I don`t know what they thought, I don`t know what the fuck they thoughtI don`t know who told them this shit was overIt`s never over manThis Tray Lee muthafuckaI represent Philly, I brings the heat, 3000 shitFor my dogs who grow hard in BogardThat be in the muthafuckin` streets[The Madd Rapper]If you wasn`t on my dick from day one, then screw ya`llMy rhymes are lyrically designed to blow through ya`llChest piece, Through your Lex piece, I knew ya`llFold when the full court pressure step to ya`ll, do ya`llDo what I gotta do to get a dollar, I ride on the train snatchA chain off your collar, Ask wife, for 600 I can borrowCause * Someone`s Name * gonna throw me out tommorowYep I`m still broke, I still chokeAnd even though I ain`t puttin` in no doe, I still smokeStill tote, Spittin` out these bars I wroteI`m not tryin` to get ? ? ?, Wit gats in the bizackBags of the Crizack, Dimes and NicksOn the streets bitin` leather, Keep `em high till sixGot pies to flip, and wise guys to clipAnd in a minute or ??sixenit??, you might see me flip[Tracey Lee]A-yo, The Tray Lee, Is you thirstyLet`s guzzle these mc`s, Put the muzzle on dem niggaz mouthsAnd breeze, They all talk to much shitWalk the walk like dicks, Fuck strictly Bum chicksThat`s why I no them niggaz crabbed outInchin` En on all these niggaz assed outAnd when we get `em, We let the rhythym hit `emBlack oozy slipt `em, Kinda fucked up how we did `emBig dog bit `em, If would have been on P he would have seen it comin`Instead he had his eyes on me, and I`m gunnin`For all niggaz who bite the bullet, If you bite the first one you mightBite the worst one, It`ll hurt someStraightened Aim, this nigga straight frontin`BK brawlin` in the street nigga who want itWhat, We storm through blocks wit kicks, Violate `emWe stomp niggaz and then we stomp jakes (cops)[Black Rob]What the fuck is the haps, Here we go again, Bussin` capsGet down, for sweet thugs, and my niggaz who push crackWho be in the back, Loadin` they macks, Hit the surfaceIt`s on now, when I attack it`s with a purposeMy soldiers, Trained by dreams, the street seemsMy niggaz that know, how to be handlin` these fiendsCome in between, me and this green, I doubt thatSixteen through your jeans, now fagat how about thatYa`ll ain`t ready for war, Ya`ll just playin` a partI rip apart with guns that be state if the artPlay it smart, and you`ll get a bitch, like 99I never hide, If you cowards can`t find me fineI been rolin` with these punishers since niggaz been schemin`On free lunches, Now I push up and do crunchesWon`t stop squeezin` this trigger, Till ya`ll arrestDamn right, you fuckin` wit black, It`s more or less[Tracey Lee]I crack jaws, lyricly slap ya`ll, in figure foursThe over Lord, I`m nice, Name your priceWit mics, Break niggaz like dice, Tray da Great OneOne of these half-ass niggaz, son this ain`t oneBut, How they gon act, My style they study itMC`s be like Shaq and `em, Still not ready yetMany have tried, But fuckin` wit TrayIt all can cause niggaz decaySpit it for them street niggaz, Dice rollin` dogsWho mix liquorNiggaz who feel no pain, This rap shitTray got covered like rogaine, Can`t wait to get one of ya`ll on stageThat`s my domainWent from no name, to Cats knowing my whole nameControllin` the whole gameThe whole aim, Spittin` shit ill, It`s like cocaineR and F, Better run for cover, Cuz you dealin` with a realKilladelph Muthafucka like that[Buckshot]? ? ? ? ? MC`s, No the time like SeikoSpittin` dialect, dirtier, than a freak hoI Buck, role wit my nigga LitoAnd we snatch goods like the repoClips in my skully, 44s in the PekoPull it out, make you deep throat, Then we let the heat goSo what, never in your life try to play mePlay my seven six niggaz, Or play Tray LeeMy ice-real monsters, Intimidate ya`llNiggaz ain`t playaz so I guess I`ll just hate ya`llBetter recognize my clique, and where my name isGot your wife, on my dick like my chain isTake her to the Tele, Then I, Fuck her brainlessCats say that, They can talk to the stainlessSpit the razor, Leave a smile where your beard atViva R, and F, Ya`ll niggaz better fear that[Kurupt]Hoes eat dicks and that`s all they doI`m jus a gangsta ass nigga in grey and blueWhen the flow bounces, Nigga we blaze ouncesWhoa nigga, My woman makes more money than most of ya`ll niggazHigh post, high class, high to the skyKurupt and DazTwo hits and pass, Two steps and blastIs that right, on the Rooftop at nightWit a scole, Bout to blast everything in sightFuck whatcha Thought, Fuck whatcha likeDespite whatcha thought, And whatcha thinkin` likeShow me whatcha got and I`ma take the shitI`ma shoot a muthafucka and I`ma slap a bitchYou must have lost your Mutherfuckin` mindSucker punched a nigga in his muthafuckin` ? ? ?,Dip made the dash for the muthafuckin` doeFuck everything I see and everything I sawGuzzlin` gallons of Henesy on the rocksIn the clubs wit my dogs, Thugs, 38 slugs, Persian RugsPistols launch off like misslesSherms, curls and perms, Bitches ain`t shit, Fuck them hoes and tricksI take the money out of her hand and backslap the bitchAnd some of these niggaz is bitches tooAnd the same motherfuckin` thing will happen to youBut Bitch nigga, Whatchu thought this was a mutherfuckin` gameYou must not have heard about my motherfuckin` nameKurupt(echoed), Young Gotti(Echoed)DPG Fuckin` up the party[Tracey Lee Outro]Yeah In 9-9 That`s how we get downDead ass this time aroundTray Lee, Fever, Black Rob, Kurupt, What the fuckYou ain`t shit, Your crew ain`t shitR&F to def, Philly in here, You know how it is

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