《Full Clip》歌詞:byGang Starr mp3歌詞

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Feel the realness

In this business of rep

Go ahead

Fresh out the gate again time to

Raise the stakes again

Fatten my plate again y’all

Cats know we always play to win

G A N G to the Starr’s son

Haters took this shit too far son

So that’s all for you I’m

Whiping out your whole team

I’ll splatter your dreams with lyrics

To shatter your schemes

The badder you seem the more lies you tell

The more lies you sell then by surprise you fell

Into my deathtrap right into my clutches

Stupid you know the God must bless

Every single mic he touches

I’ve suffered just so I could return harder

Wanna be the shit starter

Fuck around make you a martyr

I make ya famous

Turn around and make ya nameless

Cause you never understood to

Me how vital this rap game is

Save it and hold that you catch a hot one

Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one

So if you stand in my way I’m gonna have to spray

Learn that “if you come against me son your gonna have to pray”

Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up

The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up

I give no man or thing power over me

Why these niggaz so jealous and looking sour over me

I’m bolder G I’m like impossible to stop

I’m like that nigga in the ring with you

Impossible to drop

I’m like two magazine fully loaded to your one

Plus I ain’t gonna quit spitting till your done

Plus more than over I got my whole shit together

More than a decade of hits that’ll live forever

Catching rep off my name Your bound to fry

Know how many niggaz that I know is done to die

We never fail and we ain’t never been frail

You niggaz talk crime but you scared of jail

Attacking like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy

Pulling back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me

Talk back blaow I hit you up right now

I don’t know why so many of y’all wanna be thugs anyhow

Face the consequence of your childish nonsense

I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content

Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya

I never liked ya I gas that ass and then ignite ya

The flame thrower make your peops afraid to know ya

How many times I told ya “play your position” small soldier

My heart is colder makes me wanna resort to violence

Stop beating me in the head son nah I’m not buying it

I’m ready to blast ready to surpass and harass

I’m ready to flip yeah I’m ready to get with all that cash

I hold my chrome steady with a tight grip

So watch your dome already cause this one might hit

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