Wakka, Andy Jay, Kry, Secrets, TC Tha Crow, Lost Angel, Columbiano, Lil Geezy, A~T, Flosja, Wayys, SikWitIt, RUS, Lax & Flow - BTNHBoard Collabo 2010 - The Anthem (Eskay productions) | Текст песни
BTNHBoard Collabo 2010 - The Anthem (Eskay productions)
Hook - Flosja Livin in the moment, but I never hesitate to break em off. Kill em with the music, they aint ready for the raw, I'm too cold but too hott. Naw they aint touchin the flame. If they really wanna fuck with me than they can see a G. They dont see the hurting or the pain inside of me, I'ma do my thang, I'ma rapper to the T, you will remember my name.
Verse 4 - TC Tha Crow Welcome to tha D-A-T, to where the shit get real Dirty muthafuckin south in tha house to kill waste any mutherfucker that be bumpin their grill 2 shots from the SKS you gonna feel you think Im fuckin around man I aint fucking around I got a weapon that'll put you 6 feet deep in tha ground So if you really wanna do it baby let's get down throw down, gun down that's how we do it in tha D-Town T-C gonna let ya ass know that from tha back of my hand just like a pimp slap or with a lyric and I'll murder you on Skeem's track sosomomonono QUIT RAP Please for tha love of God, nobody battle Tha Crow cuz I will put you in your God damn place and aint nobody in tha building reppin Texas like me and you can take that shit to tha god damn bank!
Verse 9 - Flosja If I never make it in the game, consider me a secret best kept, shhh I know this. But don't tell the record exec, cause I don't think he wanted me to know yet. I'ma make it whether you like it or not, I've been givin all I got and I'ma be hot real soon. Everybody used to tell me, you'll never be nothing. Bet now they feel like a sucka when they hear me sing this tune. Fuck you! Got no love for yall, gettin caught up in the lust, playing a thug for yall. That aint me. Do my dirt but yo, It's all about the money, livin my days, and thinkin where I'ma get my next hundred, my 20, my 50, If my homie owe me, will he hit me? I hope he do. If he don't then I'ma roll up in his city. I got em on lock, like I'm the mothafuckin police. Thinkin I'm not crazy and wont buck, but they don't know me. Talking bout they don't got it? Mane, I ain't tryna hear it. I'm about to spit somethin, and it ain't gon be no lyrics. You can bet a mothafuckin million, that I be doin the stealin Of a soul, but let me break it down, people callin it killin. If they fuckin with the scrilla, betta believe I'ma killa. More than willin, stoppin my chillin, get a coffin, I fill it. Fuck a friend or foe, It's just the same... To anybody thinkin Flosja just a name.
Verse 10 - Wayss Call me the ghost barely seen like Caspa But i aint friendly I leave ya breathless like asthma Ya spineless like grandma No we nothing divine just define us as cancer The masters of ceremony we killin em softly Kamikaze aint the program, my mind's not that blurry But anger truly inspires you say one more wack thing Im comin to your home to cut your fuckin wire Despite all your efforts tryin to build up an empire The fire's not inside you need more than ghost writters I spit shit retarded like Big Bush, Decider Drink booze, duck shoes Al Zaidi shouldve aimed higher Budweiser in a hand, a Mic in the other One's gettin lighter, one's got me hyper My future's lookin brighter cause im grippin it tighter Dirty boots in the back of your pretty attire
Verse 11 - SikWitIt Sikwitit comin through like a earthquake, rhymes like weight, put it down feel the earth shake I'm worse, say than a 10.8 wit mo niggas wit me than on MLK birthday And my flow so dope niggas don't know til the flows over they hooked on coke Bring the pain like Method Man, get ya rain coat, make it rain on a sunny day, I got the game soaked I'm...so cold that I give the mic frost bite, make a snicker bar turn into a klondike Make a short day turn into a long night, Sikwitit baby but the fam call me Shaun Wright And ya