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You're lookin' at the rookie rapper
With a years biggest itcha rows
Yeah this n***a switch his flows
Yeah I dig and switch his h*es
Hear them n***as snitch to po's
Where a n***a pitch his blow
And how my hustle gross is near that n***a Richard Po's
I share my figures with the h*es
I'm where the digger stitch his clothes
It's ghetto F A B O L O U S
I got street legend fame
I'm the kid known to put the coat to a bredren's frame
Like he's Edgerrin James
Y'all stash guns I carry 'em on my waist
Ya part time piece
Aquarium interface
The hood rat Hugh Heff loungin' on ya in the Rolls
The project Playmates around the corner centerfolds
I'm constant hated
Listen to the nonsense stated
But n***as can't s**t on me like they constipated
I briefly conversated
These doors sittin' on ten times two
Mami what's so complicated
Ya heard
Blao Explosion game on lock
Hotness drop this it's that sick hip hop
It's like blao
I'm a coast to coast G keep the toaster closely
So duck deez motherf**ker
Blao
Said it before ready for war
With my sawed off shotgun hand on the pump pump
Blao
Slap my gat I ain't hear to talk
You wanna make it gutter I can throw you off the sidewalk
It's like Karl Pac and Biggie is the greatest to rhyme
Problem is this list only exists in my mind
So instead
I listen to your style and keep laughin'
You beatin' me rappin' that's like gym havin' clappin'
That'll never happen I'm sicker of course
Then droppin' a dime
Like Shawn Kemp's child support
Look at all you kids underground and straight shook
You ain't gettin' signed like nerdy kids yearbooks
I'm gettin' second looks but the industry is s**tty
Cause I'd rather die than ever sound like Chingy
Right Thurr
Come on dawg
You ain't gettin' robbed
Cause it's uneven like Dru Hill on a seesaw
Yo you don't want any bad blood in between us
Like we're standing right next to Magic Johnson's intravenous
It's Hot Karl and Celph so if you wanted a hit
You can peep the famous guys and fast forward our s**t
Blao Explosion game on lock
Hotness drop this it's that sick hip hop
It's like blao
I'm a coast to coast G keep the toaster closely
So duck deez motherf**ker
Blao
Said it before ready for war
With my sawed off shotgun hand on the pump pump
Blao
Slam my gat I ain't hear to talk
You wanna make it gutter I can throw you off the sidewalk
They say cause I don't believe in Christ that I'm misled
Been shot at twice but never hit I just miss lead
Get it right the name's Celph Titled
Straight out of motherf**kin' Tampa
Leavin' enough gun smoke to give you lung cancer
Plans for your album
It's best if you lose those
Shoot up your M P C and you gonna find a few loop holes
We sellin' bullet wounds havin' a wholesale
Leavin' complex patterns all in your head so you know braille
And so frail rappers y'all ain't Dance With Wolves
Just swimmin' with sharks when the hammer get's pulled
Any witnesses Who's tellin' Nobody
The perfect crime no autopsy and no body
Without a neck you can't rock that chain
No way for air to get to your brain
Another murder for this Cuban to claim
An inconsiderate asshole pissin' on you
What else you expect That's what a d**khead do
Blao Explosion game on lock
Hotness drop this it's that sick hip hop
It's like blao
I'm a coast to coast G keep the toaster closely
So duck deez motherf**ker
Blao
Said it before ready for war
With my sawed off shotgun hand on the pump pump
Blao
Slam my gat I ain't hear to talk
You wanna make it gutter I can throw you off the sidewalk
Yo Doc pee on your floor
I'ma be on the w***e
Till she knocked out then I take a G out her drawer
I'm a thief on the streets you might be in the morgue
Doin' a chicken of course I take a key out a Porsche ah
Box 'em in claustrophobic
I'm a pro y'all know this
When sensing y'all controllers
Grown men is talkin'
This the fast lane move over to the margin
It's over when I walk in
Doctor on my license plate
The front of my truck resembles Mike Tyson face
When I pull up to the club the buildin' shake
H*es start runnin' out
N***as start runnin' mouth
I'ma bolt the door and security the area
Got We molt floors to secure the Dillinger
Yo Doc You want war I'll be sure to bury ya
The more the merrier but your
Blao