lirik lagu j6&tkc - throw rocks
intro
still they hate n talk smack, knowing if i was gone,/
there’d be no throne to throw your rocks at//
verse 1 – tkc
its the rap game’s finest, in the place to be/
and i be dropping hot singles, got a bachelor’s degree//
but if 2pac back, then all eyes on me/
got me feeling like nas, who am i to disagree//
cause i spit raps brol!ck, am i tryna kick knowledge/
when a sixteen from me, put yo -ss through college//
f-ckin epidemic, you’d think crack is back/
cause everybody throwing rocks at the throne of rap//
but i could hold it down, im never shook by that/
why should the main event worry ’bout the opennin act//
ya’ll just a f-ckin drumroll, i’m a thunder clap/
and all of ya’ll rap p-ssies, i flow thundercat//
but under all of that, only lies the fact/
that tk slay raps, so with that i ask//
who the f-ck could put a crack in a bulletproof gl-ss/
hook
still they hatin
still they hate n talk smack
still they hatin
still they hatin (screwed)
still they hate n talk smack, knowing if i was gone,/
there’d be no throne to throw your rocks at//
verse 2 – j6
figured you’d join a team, on a journey to get a ring/
take ya talent to south beach like lebron james dean//
when you f-cking with texas, you run into a maverick/
and quickly find out that j sons kids//
underground is my scene, you an uncrowned king/
but how does that compare to a championship ring//
long live the king, i got years under my reign/
royal cup of purple drank, im addicted to grippin grain//
clip in the glock, load up, this what the glock fo bruh/
hood stock market we’ll give you the block quota//
got seventy-five cents, in the game with the dolla/
you a heat all starter, can’t get my -ss the fourth quarter//
f-ck greatest, history i wanna make/
the best is representin out that lone star state//
before these three verses, this sh-t gon be on a&e/
bodies, no suspects, within the first forty-eight bars//
hook
verse 3 – faet
f-ck basic flows, cause they suck t-st-cl-s/
i’m a complex rapper, with nuts all down ya throat//
and i dont really care what the f-ck you heard about me/
yea its true that they call me dirty south beast//
from the 405 where im spittin with my mouthpiece/
come to my city, homie we can get rowdy//
if you wanna get em up, i’m a hit you in ya gut/
f-ck yo career and ya little cinema//
that youtube ain’t sh-t, where’s the word of mouth/
i’m in the game b-tch, from the west to the south//
and i’m known in my city, where the f-ck you from/
and we always ready, we dont bump our gums//
dont act like i need a reason to smack the sh-t out you/
i gave you beats for free, what the f-ck you want now my dude//
you’re the type of f-ggot to give your friends an att-tude/
if i catch you in the streets, guarantee i’ll leave you black and blue//
hook
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