Ain't Got My Glock..
Intro:
Yeah bitch, muthafuckaz get on the floor, bitch give me ya jewels and all that shit, i even want the lint muthafucka
Slikk-C:
Keep the big guns all day, you slip up and get sprayed, it's what I know...Jumpin out the Sentra, playin, I won't let ya, 12 holes in your sweater, slikk won't let up, won't stop until your whole crews wet up.. shit is real, saw slikk with the big steel blasting at 5-0, only the real know how i feel. Get up, I brush my teeth, i sit down, load the clips while I get a bite to eat, do the dishes, keep the gun on the counter for the snitches in my business, when I'm rappin it's the realest, and I hope you feel this, so I won't have to come and pay your kin a visit, I'm on some new shit, you talking out the ass, where my boot fit, if you want to test the brash, it's unbelievable, I don't fit the mold, got the game in a stranglehold, seeing you die, it never gets old, i'm on that jump out the car shit, I left your family lying in the marshes, this that hard shit, cus you's a fag, I saw you at that rally in Cali you were reppin a rainbow flag, rappin come easy, with your hunny gettin money, I only can be me, see me squeezin, the double quatro blastin until you stop breathin, you ran too slow, really? That kid is back with new shit that make your raps look like willy nilly, if you see Slikk flip, it's at least 10 dead with, shots from the hip, to your brain, bitch. My crew is known for doing crimes and shit, and my rhymes are sick, I've come way to far to be callin it quits, I'll keep rappin til I got no shit to spit, what!!
Kwik Bone:
I ain't got my glock, i got a muthafuckin AK, you best get out the way, or get sprayed and layed, today was not ya day, got ya body cooked and shook, now ya sleepin in wet suade, crept and we came, the realest of the real stay down for our thang, got the twelve guage swang, everybody in ya hood ears rang, got that bang bang, my flame left ya brains hang, a death song to, the bitches and snitches, and word is born, im leavin kiddes in ditches, for fuckin with richest rapper in the business, let me just hit this, so i can keep on a flow, thats cold and untold, i guarentee your life is sold, i got power among power, on this very hour, niggaz gettin mixed into chowder, you sour and bitter, front on o.d. you'll see our guns flicker nigga, cause ill rip a nigga, and then stick some niggaz, you fronted on the wrong clic now ya shits all wet, im a killa, for reala, keepin close to my steela, its a big 44, snitches are a no no, so so you don't know, that im behind you and gonna make you cold cold, don't grow, puttin on a show, our flow, switches fast to unbelievable, yeah, ya clic is heaveable, see you go, right over the bridge, along with ya kids, i kick shit that make your shit split, ridiculous, try to get with us, we smoke blunts, and front on clics that ain't hard enough!
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Sick.
Snakkpack 2 years ago