lirik lagu bet hip hop awards - 2015 live on stage battle rap cypher
[verse 1: t-top]
somebody get me out the hood, man, time is tickin’
last year, a n-gg- could’ve been a homi victim
i was stuffing 20 bills in the honda civic
like, “f-ck the law!” as long as my momma with it
before the bricks, man, a n-gg- couldn’t find the women
i used to tell them i love them, i had to lie to hit it
my ex miss spend all her free time in strippin’
they’re like ”i just seen the girl”, i’m like “i’m in business”
i’m from the gutter, why would i listen to y’all opinion?
the voicebox ain’t the same with a hollow in it
i turn into a different n-gg- when i’m tired of pitchin’
man, i’ll shoot my own work if a dollar missin’
bar raiser, carolina star player
no time for harvard, i went to school with a hard shaver
i had a job, cooking, called it hard labor
park life, we’re the bar shaper
[verse 2: dna & (k-shine)]
bet award, (that’s a fact)
i’m charged up, (let’s k!ll this sh-t), back to back
we wildin’, (feeling like kiss, n-gg-), we stylin’
outkast, big boi, (we like to hold 3000)
it’s on now, (wish you n-gg-s would bring the wall down)
let them try snoop, don’t worry, (i got my dog pound)
now it’s two targets to think, (that’s the short, clown)
make the kid nap in your crib; (rick ross style
oh god, they couldn’t find a prison that can outbar me)
tried to go right, i went left, you can’t southpaw me
(have you next to kin in the box; that’s without barbie)
have it kick together and spin on them; house party
we’re doing this since smack dvd
the work uncut, (like the old bet
n-gg-s can’t see the world), ‘cause they’re wrapped in [?]
(they want k!llers on the cypher), now they’re access granted
i swear i’ll leave them red, man
there’s never been a method to it
(i guarantee any beat i get on, i’ma execute it)
birdies only stay fly, n-gg-, we gon’ never lose it
this 2-on-2 sh-t, the best to do it
[verse 3: charlie clips]
should i go black power?
should i just give ‘em some bars?
miracle whip; soft white sh-t in the jar
fiends singing, “it’s alright”; kendrick lamar
for the dough, boy, i’ll let the tre enter your car
then “bow!”, i always got two glocks with me
and a pump like the black n-gg- who shot ricky
and a tommy, in case my whole crew not with me
got the power to lift the ghost with two glock 50’s
i tried to tell these haters that i’ve been fire
too many characters, it’s messing up the empire
n-gg-s lying on how they gon’ blaze a sh-ll
your squad -ss, your camp full of k mich-lles
got an attitude like eazy-e
i went from ebt to bet
i’ll let this mac burn your disc, like a dvd
the clip drop out, i guess it want its ged
woah, if you don’t want to follow, i don’t give a d-mn
if you do, add therealcharlieclips at instagram
aye bus, i had to show ‘em i’m a problem
what’s the best borough in the world? harlem
[verse 4: rain 910]
cop drew his pistol with my hands up high
tell ‘em i ain’t scared of nothing, it’s a perfect day to die
they’re shooting, badge on ruthless
the way they get away with it, might as well get the nooses
now picture us hand to hand
i shed tears when i see pictures of sandra bland
moment of silence… no more marching
i’m condoning the violence in all of the riots
scream, “payback!” as we click up and get them
innocent victims k!lled by a menacing system
they might ban my verse for the fact that it wasn’t crafted
to make you act ratchet, simple mathematics
but this is huey newton suited for his final dance
this isn’t for caitlyn jenner or empire fans
this only for the soldiers in the field
loading up their ammo, ‘cause they know it’s getting real
eyes of a trafficker, rewrite the vernacular
if trump get elected, i’m packing up back to africa
i’m not a rapper, i just rapidly report the thoughts of the
urban community [?], give it back to ya
it play loud in your home, your kids breath it
thought of daughters of mileys, sons of the slim jesus
now we’re even, as long as it keeps repeating
i have every kid in the burbs cuban linking
free po, rock, gutta free, and si
they can trap your body, but can’t freeze your mind
i’m conflicted, want my people to walk like this
but the d-boys is saying, “rain, talk that sh-t!”
so i’m live from the gutter, n-gg-, i ain’t sleep in five days
young frank sinatra, partner, i did it my way
don’t let me hit the blazer b-tton, i can cause a crime wave
*do* *do* *do*, leave your blood on my cavallis
papa script and the chick play up in the right day
eating dinner at red sticks, i don’t dine at fridays
the trappers, man, i’m wishing them the best
with the ghetto [?], coat fresher than a prom date
high school dropout, still they’re watching my pockets
loopie, i spend hooptie money on watches
salute me or shoot me boy, get your muscle up
carolina king, fayetteville’s favorite hustler, we got a customer
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