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drink kickin in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADED
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and pose
plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
with no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this your man?" "No."
Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman."
Bling! Gold chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer league team."
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
I got mad spit flame on the name
Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke
witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADED
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and pose
plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
with no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this your man?" "No."
Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman."
Bling! Gold chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer league team."
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
I got mad spit flame on the name
Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke
witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Headache
Nachwuchsspieler
Hatten wir nicht schonmal was von Dr. Dre?
Das is Ackrite...
wer will darf posten, ich muss gleich weg
Das is Ackrite...
wer will darf posten, ich muss gleich weg
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
Boss Hog Corleone
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See I don’t need no lights no cameras
all i got is actiom
Never no superstar
I’m more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
And people you spent it on, would not give a ****
Now that’s deep, how deep, it’s deeper than atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big bad los angeles
Dangerous, vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
pretending to be hard
Not being scared by the boulevard
I’m pulling that card and sayin gin as i begin
Flowin like liquid, soak it in your chin
I’m breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
From the west
Put your whole city to the test
It’s all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
all i got is actiom
Never no superstar
I’m more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
And people you spent it on, would not give a ****
Now that’s deep, how deep, it’s deeper than atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big bad los angeles
Dangerous, vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
pretending to be hard
Not being scared by the boulevard
I’m pulling that card and sayin gin as i begin
Flowin like liquid, soak it in your chin
I’m breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
From the west
Put your whole city to the test
It’s all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
4th Quarter Assassin
Nachwuchsspieler
Mist, das hätte ich auch gewusst. Schiess los, Mr. X to the Z! 
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:thumb:As I travel through various towns and strange places
I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces
The game races and cats try to catch it
Before they know it they know death on a first name basis
Whether it's slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin'
There's bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin'
The hood's like a sitcom
Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone
Young cats be sellin' the rock
Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop
But desperate times call for desperate means
It all seems so simple when you're just a teen
Only take one bad apple to poison the good
This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood
And wherever I go it's the same as home
It's the H double O D the name is known
I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces
The game races and cats try to catch it
Before they know it they know death on a first name basis
Whether it's slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin'
There's bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin'
The hood's like a sitcom
Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone
Young cats be sellin' the rock
Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop
But desperate times call for desperate means
It all seems so simple when you're just a teen
Only take one bad apple to poison the good
This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood
And wherever I go it's the same as home
It's the H double O D the name is known
Boss Hog Corleone
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Masta Ace - H.O.O.D.
Boss Hog Corleone
Bankspieler
- Beiträge
- 4.192
- Punkte
- 113
Now for the last couple of months, things been real quiet
cause I ain't heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggaz how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics
and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibratin and spinnin, faster than 12-cylinder engines
with nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
cause you niggaz is slower than fat bitches metabolism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
and put his head to the fan on the ceilin
Suffer real "Banned From Television" shit
Drop him off the roof of a buildin and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin
I tell 'em how I feel that hip-hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
shootin the same videos, it's embarassin
Usin the same formulas to have a hit
Usin the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life, chill durin the daylight
then track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared lens to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro
until you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles develop holes
and you get, corns on your toes
til your teeth develop halitosis
but you been goin so long without deodorant
you don't even notice -- motherfucker!
cause I ain't heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggaz how I'm driven
The drive comes from my lyrics
and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Vibratin and spinnin, faster than 12-cylinder engines
with nitrogen in 'em, faster than F-1 McLaren pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
cause you niggaz is slower than fat bitches metabolism
The way I rip apart the competition when I be spittin
The name Canibus might as well be Cannibalism
Show me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
and put his head to the fan on the ceilin
Suffer real "Banned From Television" shit
Drop him off the roof of a buildin and let the news film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm feelin
I tell 'em how I feel that hip-hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the state rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers kick is subject matter-less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a bunch of the same characters
shootin the same videos, it's embarassin
Usin the same formulas to have a hit
Usin the same actors and actresses, same shit different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for your life, chill durin the daylight
then track you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a infrared lens to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til you're seizure grows into a afro
until you plant 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles develop holes
and you get, corns on your toes
til your teeth develop halitosis
but you been goin so long without deodorant
you don't even notice -- motherfucker!