West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: :.Da6shoota.: on January 21, 2002, 07:00:53 AM
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It's a must that I bust & leave emcees in the dust/ Cuz niggaz be biting & I really don't trust
Hush & stop the fuss before I spill ya gutz/ & take the words from ya' mouth & twist em' all up
Like a hoe actin' stuck up, although U take it up the butt/ U need to chill & keep it real silly slut
Just a squirrel tryin' to get a nut/ & now that U're in a rut, it stings like a paper cut
I wrap dummies up like the mummy King Tut/ a true thoroughbreed who don't run with muts
I come through in the the clutch, when I'm needed the most/ & back niggaz down like Shaq in the post
Let me hit U with a dose of that west coast dope/ So funky U'll wanna run & grab the water & soap
Nope, there's no hope--U can't cope/ suicidal thoughts make U wanna get the rope
& tie the knot--I be chillin' at the spot/ hustlin' wordz like I use to hustle rocks
Now I rock state to state, instead of block to block/ puttin' it down for my town & representin' hip hop
Non-stop without a break & no interruptions/ Whatever comes to mind iz my topic of discussion
I got cold vocab like a mad black Russian/ Just do what I say, & follow my instruction
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Hot! ;D You Should Battle Some of The Muthafuckers On Here - You Could Rip The Fuck Outta Them.
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damn 6 :o hell yeah keep them ill rhymes coming