IM READY BOSS PLAYAS CREW WE HERE
Battling PIMPSMOOTH, you shit will never be worthy/
""Smoke Birds"" With ""flying eagles"" next come around ill make you wear it like a ''Philly;s jersey''/ (desert eagle)
You aint LOCC CIN nigga please , this thug a softee/
Im so ""hard'' thys cat ''staying up all night'' like he drank a cup of coffee/
You sucking on our ass,dawg dont get your lips stuck/
Change your name To ''rocawear'',,, Cause ""Nas"" Tee"" always been ''stitched up''/ (Nas and Jamican shirts)
You might think off me as a Swizz beats song,, cause i stay ''hooken''of/
And this nigga claiming he'' Sick with dem bars'' but never got he's '''jail sentence tooken off'/
your rhymes are simple 'and you ""WONDER"" why you never '''PACKED BREAD'',/
Leave u on ''tubes'',,, On ''da rell' ,'' Straw'' ''burries'', When im ''hitting'' ''crack heads'/get it
Fuck lazor pointers i rather work with stashed beams/
Hate in your blood.... i ''READ YOUR EYES '', better buy a stronger bottle of VISINE/
PIMP is sickining?,, dawg get your self a coat/
I ''''TWENTY FOUR Oath''', PUT 4 Twenty Up ANd ill double with SMOKE, '''Like NIggas Dropping beer bottlesin ur projects,''' Cause im leaving you 48 BROKE""/
Stop running ur mouth about BOSS PLAYAS, ull get ur Crew flipped/
I whip cream, And push cars, while you still asking ""PUTANG PIE''' FOR A COOL WHIP''/ get IT?(pussy,pie, whip lol)
You remind me of mars, cause i got your ''store planted''//
Cause i leave thys ''NET "ce"" ,""Stiched Up"" he''ll be looking like a ''JASON KIDD AUTHENTIC/
Yo when i log- in, 1 thING u shud follow , just shut the fuck up/
cause you can ask any '''WHITE GIRL'', i leave ''BITCHES ''like you ''STUCK UP''/
Ask phoneix, ill SON you so much ill turn your father/
Nasty with tecs, fine with kaliburs, but its like ur bitch in bed, IM EASY TO REVOLV-HER/
My lines are nasty, you better '''homage those'''/ get it.
Make you switch ur corners, and have your BLACK SPOTS FALLING like a game of Domino's/
;ll let da Hose spit ill water your plants, You;re a ;HOUSE HOLD BITCH; Ill lend u '';genes'' Cause your girl ;Wearing your pants;/
Took down half da KROOKED CONCEPT squad ..How? It;s a ;''fact'' That this ;kid''; dOES not ;advance'';/
Going first, That wont work , cause no matter which way you see it your getting murked, Have god in your ;presence; like a Catholic Church/
Its over homey, I get ;''bored''; ripen threads;, thats why I stay on lurk/
Piercing you with metaphors thinking its stabbing you, Step in my circle easily overlapping you/
;verbs..; no im about action to, I handle beef and serve lunch to/
Don;t throw another punch line, if your punch line punch you/
Chrome nice, but im use to dirty weapons/
Ask A.j and free, this battle wont last another 30 seconds/
TANK LOCC u rap about da same o same o , you aint seeing a gift/
Its like your pregant, cause the ""kid"" will put a ""9 on your chest "" for being a'' bitch''/
You the type to go in da game and get nutten , while i retire with ricthcious/
Ill treat your skull like MSW documents, cause ill ''open you up with minor clitheous when i flow, every single niggas' feelin my shit
im dealin my bricks, dog i'll leave u fearin my clique
imma tell u why the crowds stay cheerin for PIMP
cause my style keep ya teeth GRINDIN' just from hearin my CLIPSE
TANK LOCC dont make my shells ~seek-in-ya-lungs~
~reachin for guns~ ill have u gaspin for air...
this niggas ~breathin is numb~
leavin red shit all over your ~SHEETS-and-your-CUM~
this metal to ya mouth is gonna have you ~'SPEAKIN IN TONGUES'~
ya flow is borin TANK LOCC, i wanna ~yawn-every-word-up~
if u cant come harder, i'll have ya Jordans lookin like strawberry syrup
i sport ~thin masks~ 2 ~spin-grasp~ ~thick-mags~ & ~rip-fags~
ya chick must be on a diet, cuz she quick to drink ~PIMP-fast~
see we aint gotta go there but if u wanna, im quick ta' freeze...
ya whole crew up like a 'BAG OF ICE', & then imma 'RIP' ya knees
eyyo its so ~sick to see~, how my dope ~LYR-ICS~ be~
so LOUD and DEADLY, its almost like u could hear it bleed
TANK LOCC, dont make my tech ~rip ya bones up~
switch ya dome up, send u and ya niggas ~quick to chomas~
my rhymes is ADDICTIVE, i know the ~TRUTH HURTS~
ill have my ~Uz' squirt~, and ~do-work~ on u ~prude jerks~
this ~faggot is lame~, u gonna make me roc my ~mag & just spray~
so u roc BULLETS on ya chest like Chris Webber ~back in the day~
have ya eyeballs where ya nose is ~POSTA' be~
u straight pussy, you and ya crew need 2 ~notice me~
TSK nigga, kid i'll make u ~choke and bleed~
all i gotta do is get two words... ~ROPE and TREE~
my crew could tie ya neck up and have u ~float and swing~
so basically, all u can do right now is ~hope and dream~
that you or anybody else on the site could ~fuck wit me~
my guns is like dicks, cause they quick 2 ~bust ya jeans~
see i dont give a fuck nigga, i pop clips till the ~gun empty~
son add up all my 9's and end up witta BUCK 50I beat every mc encountered, got em hangin themselves with modem CABLES//
frayed wires, FoF sendin shots thru ya SCREEN-SAVER/
so I decapitate TANKS DOME with records off his TURN-TABLES//
listen kid, u think u can SEE ME? BITCH//
i got more men in my SPERM than the BLOODS or the CRIPS/
u remain workin like a waiter, steady beggin 4 the TIPS//
Come on faggot, i'll kill KROOKED CONCEPTS and leave u wit NO FAN BASE//
when im thru wit u, ppl think u Nelly/
tryin 2 be kool wearin BAND AIDS//
I leave ya head in a blaze, thats the price, get off my JOCK//
I got my hand on the 9, like its 9 O CLOCK/
Ya rhymes aint tite, they loose like ya gurl TANK LOCCCROTCH//(HAHA)
If u thinkin i lost, Bitch i want a RECOUNT//
I get 9's on the landing of every DISMOUNT/
u say TANK LOCC, is MY BITCH HOW?/
MY AIM SN is GITOFFMADICK1 WOW//
So u and ya friend DONT GIVE A FUCC, go bak in yer homo JERK CIRCLE//
Why am i waistin my time, rappin against URKEL/
u only sickenin, when MR DONT GIVE A FUCC slaps on the RUBBER DICK/
and FUCKS your FAT ASS PURPLE//
How u gonna leave my BRAIN outside, this line gon make u HURL//
cuz everytime u left my brain outside/
I just go out and get my BRAIN back from ya GURL//