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[Party Arty]
Question: why crime cats keep on
testing?
Answer: cause dirt bitches keep on stressing
The dirty dancer cancer
9th of July
So I srtike only when I'm high no lie
So why? I don't know why I
smoke lye
And stay so high trying to be the multi
Billionare niggas ask you
feel 'em there
Pull 'em here over here kill 'em here
And send 'em there over
there where you rest
I stay double busted, nigga, where's your vest?
Is it a
test or is it that they stress these rats?
Or is it the trees that make me want to bless
these tracks?
These cats, GD cats, we be cats
Giving niggas lessons in the rap
sessions
[A.G.]
Ayo question: who's whipping the black Expedition?
With that booming system, that'll be me
With these chickens in the back seat
holding gats for me
Toting, flattering me, open, chatting with me
I write these
rhymes and stay high
Be rolling in a black stolen driving by
And I'm holding,
the only thing that I'm smoking is lye
With no cup, full brew, no cup, smoke up
I'm so clutch in big games when big names choke up
I'm so tough over Show stuff now flow's
up
[D-Flow]
Question: why Flow smoke a lot of hydro?
Simple,
cause I like to feel clouds in my fucking temple
Maybe you high, I've been to
Puffing more than one, on the run is where I sent you
Must have forgotten I cut like a
Ginsu
Bust off a shot to ride the rock instrumentals
Show you the gat, now you
figure it's subliminal
Holding down the track, just me and my criminals
On the
move, production Show and prove
Be a ruse, GD go win not lose
Got jewels, pay
dues, got crews
Want to blow with us, roll with us, think they getting dough with us
/>
Not here, you niggas step to the rear
GD get dirty and blow some Hershey in the air,
what?
All this is is choruses
Phat rhymes and beats with kicks like
Norrises
We trying to get the money for the kids so peep how raw it is
How raw
it is, how raw it is (Repeat 2x)
[D-Flow]
I got rock ready in vials,
niggas kill me with their petty styles
Tie 'em to the Chevy while I drag 'em every mile
Let the cheddar pile, I need designer clothes, find the hoes
Watch how the
diamond glows, time to go, wind the more
Dimes to grow, you throwing mine to blow, you
trying to flow
You brought the drama slow and I'm about crime and dough
/>
[Party Arty]
It's time to shine and glow cause I'm the kind to blow
I'm
loud, y'all rhyme is low, blowe with my nine to go
Time to blow Five-Oh and knock you down
like dominoes
Got the gat between your eyeing holes, make you spine flow
/>
[A.G.]
Well I'm a flow, shine with Show, your mind ghost
See the man behind
the dough, you didn't get it? Man, you kinda slow
We, holding down that fort lovely
/>
Us three terrorists like Die Hard 3
Rock Mercedes back to back followed by half a G
Topless, like the golden lady, yo I got 'em going
Crazy, Billboarding, cause of
my ill recording
Think it's sweet, let the nine mil stall them
Kill 'em slow
like Lauryn, full of dough when I'm touring
Me, Party, and Flow create raps that pack the
Forum, so warn 'em
All this is is choruses
Phat rhymes and beats with
kicks like Norrises
We trying to get the money for the kids so peep how raw it is
/>
How raw it is, how raw it is (Repeat 2x | | | |
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