Celph Titled & Buckwild - Mad Ammo (feat. F.T. & R.A. the Rugged Man) | Текст песни

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• Celph Titled & Buckwild
• Mad Ammo (feat. F.T. & R.A. the Rugged Man)

[Talking Intro]
Uhhhh
(Yeah, Stand Out.. Celph Titled.. FT!)
Rugged Man, Buckwild... Let's do it!

[Chorus] [Celph Titled:]
("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out
Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about
We got a hundred rounds, bitch we ain't come to talk it out
("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
And body y'all without a muthafuckin' bodyguard
("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred
Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark

[Verse One] [FT:]
Haters be tryin' to keep F a secret
Eat dick, I'm not the one to beef with
Peep this, dog, you gon' rest in pieces
For actin' like Sylvester, Garfield, Heathcliff
Pussy MC's I run thru yo' shit
Like a untrained blue-nosed pit who won't quit
Foamin' at the mouth cause the bitch is sick
I'm screamin' six words: Fuck you and suck my dick!
You will get served steppin' to me
I guarantee you gon' see somethin' you probably'd never would see
On top is where I'm destined to be
Stop yappin', I make you quit rappin' indefinitely
And I make hits effortlessly, Mr. F-to-the-T
Is gettin' money, smokin' medicine leaves
To be honest it's a deadly disease
I'm way ahead of my league, layin' verses for incredible fees
I got a incredible flow, competitors know
Not to ask for a chance, I'm not lettin' it go
Give me money, cash and ass instead of the blow
You gon' make me spaz and smash yo' head in the do', fool

[Chorus] [Celph Titled:]
("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out
Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about
We got a hundred rounds, bitch we ain't come to talk it out
("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
And body y'all without a muthafuckin' bodyguard
("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred
Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark

[Verse Two] [Celph Titled:]
Double barrel from my vocal booth, I shoot with both lungs
Find me in Beirut with blow guns, I'm Babe Ruth with home runs
You're a crackhead with base hits
Preachin' to the choir like Mase did
They put a price on my head, I asked 'em how much it was
Told 'em find the guy who put the hit, and I'll double it up
No you can't run circles around us, triangular force
BUCK, one round each
Bring war like a rudeboy shotta, steel alloy binoculars
Peepin' ya movements, (Why's he abusive?)
Cause it's easy to do it
Have ya jaw wired, now a straw's required to eat some soup shit
Bitches get souped quick, wanna know how the meat taste
On a man focused on his briefcase
Haagen-Das cheesecake at fancy restaurants
Even my chicken breast got a bulletproof vest on

[Chorus] [Celph Titled:]
("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out
Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about
We got a hundred rounds, bitch we ain't come to talk it out
("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
And body y'all without a muthafuckin' bodyguard
("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred
Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark

[Verse Three] [RA The Rugged Man:]
Mic check one to the two-a, baby I'mma do ya
And act like I never knew ya, I'm a dirtbag loser, use ya, abuse ya
You better pray I don't choose ya, I'll bloody you and bruise ya
Take you off the streets and recruit ya, you money makin', it's ya money I'm takin'
Takin' ya cake and cookin' ya crack and get it shakin'