7L Freestyle

歌詞

(Verse 1: Celph Titled) Yeah, you goddamn right it's Celph Titled The granddaddy grenade, mother fucker With my man 7L the devastator This is how we do this shit Yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection All types of different slices selections, the nicest Weapons from the Get Right Reverend Wiling out on niggas with outlandish rage Plus I'm known to tote the iron like a Spanish maid That's going to body you, really like straighten you out Don't think I won't put the barrel straight in your mouth How many times can I write about the same old shit I guess I won't find out until y'all stop buying it But until then it's guns, bitches, punch lines and human accords There's kids across the world to argue over computers Who's the best? Celph Titled cause he writes heaters Caught so many bodies he should be the MVP wide receiver I seen your chick where the groupies be And when she's in my bed sounding off key like Looney-D You out looking for the bitch, all nervous and shit I took her to the A-Train and wrote this verse for 7L's mix It's dangerous to play the role of a gangster When you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters Suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier Southside will flatten you like steam rollers (Verse 2: Big Scoob) Unh hunh, Big Scoob baby AKA Johnny mother fucking Famous Brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters I fuck hos, dimes, bitches in they prime Hood rat chickens who ain't got one dime Don't give a fuck if you swole I fill you with holes Niggas will think you're Kwame From the dots in your clothes With a chain in your rhyme Wrist that don't shine Niggas want to be jigga but ain't got one dime Everybody hot, everybody pop glock Man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop I kick real shit, Brownsville on the hill shit Big Scoob, Trend Setters, something you can feel shit I Spray your block like graffiti, what And wait for 5-0 to get an autographed CD None of y'all niggas spit lines like these I'll have your bitch yelling please Hercules, Hercules Its war, it's like you a dead man walking Trend Setters tired of you bitch niggas talking (Verse 3: Terra) Unnh, Terra, new shit, ha ha Ay yo, there come a time When everything must change When y'all gotta stop selling the fuck out That time is right now You better ask about me, I'm the thug bitch Whip out a shank and a dick in your back Shit on your track, I get it down now They be calling me fire, the rapper die bitch The assassin for hire Took everything I was taught to see what I can do Fuck you hating ass bitches, you heard, you niggas too The ain't your local radio station, come on dog This ain't a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall These circles in the streets will get you the fuck hurt And the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest shit first How you want it dog? In your ass or your mouth And you ain't got that much time because my shit is about to come out And I will fuck, bite your fucking head off too Out with a 4,5 and 6 like kiss, a range too If you truly a queen, then I'm talking to you I'm the heir to the thrown and I'm coming the fuck through It's my turn Terra