Raptile Feat. The Game, Beloved & Keon Bryce.Get Outta My Face
[Intro] Grown man music motherfucker, no lil kids shit...
[Hook: Keon Bryce] You know just how do it Monsterblokaz blokaz music Gettin' money while we make this music Takin' money while you outthere losin' You know just how we do it In the fresh new whips I'm cruisin' 100 deep in the club we movin' No love in the game so get outta my face
[Verse 1: The Game] Gangsta yeah I move like that 6 tre impala fuck a maybach Bottom line, yeah the gold d's spinnin' hollow points in the middle console if I'm in it It's compton bitch who gon stop the nigga witta attitude when below that at 4 5th I'm used to this shit If I say it I mean it And empty out lips likeI do my old english Fuck the police like Dre said If I had money on a nigga head then they dead Street is talkin' He had always been a gangsta As soon as my brother died it was me and a stainless
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[Verse 2: Raptile] Mc's come and go like the G on my sidekick Everybody tryin' to get beatz like I did It's grown music Read from my lips Ya'll rappers sound like desperate housewives They all think they got game on lock Cuz they made a few G's and got a chain on top If you ain't on my level I won't fight you nah I just treat you like taxes write you off Iff you buzzin' I might write a song Or just throw one line and wipe you dawg If you stackin' plaques and you callin' me out Trust me bitch We bring the war to your house And that's just the way it is Son your crew run, run, run Your crew run, run I just copped a property on \"top ten ave\" and I'll keep it locked till the day that I pass
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[Verse 3: Beloved] Look haters I ain't forget you punks You could hop in the maybach if you fit in the trunk Brooklyn's back chill dawg hov did that The name beloved nigga ain't no hoes in that Been a G since '78 throw me back No matter how I famished I was never ate with a rat OK OK OK that'll get you bent Have you eatin' baby food for weeks like (/&%$§) Niggaz is pompus That's why fans is gone How you gonna brag when your biggest hit was a Barney Song Man he' hot he's warm I belong at the top You niggaz scared you should get a dawg and call it pop...
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