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Featured lyrics. Hot lyrics. Steams Lyrics. Either that, or some real shit I'm talkin' no leg shots The shit I palm for heads foreheads like I feel sick Real shit, word to Mommy For y'all thinkin' this herb could stop me My last 2-on-2, with Chess on my back: I'll reverse the body!

I had to study this verse, rehearse the body Then got a box to put you in one: I'm re-hearsin' bodies Get used to Steams shootin' these niggas that's not crew wit' me Wit' army guns from the Carter battle, I got two or three Old straps, 'cause these new clips Clips not what they used to be You could be a bitch When Dan yells Danielle , I hear a broad now Tell Chuck I'm tailored We can converse whenever: I got star rounds!

I'll take Chill' out, and won't calm down Rip through the street, breakin' ya block up: I'm layin' tar down! Who the God now? Faking this inspiration, a sad actor 'Cause you and B. Dot talked that shit, then battled white boys for the chain That's ass-backwards! Fake-preaching For that factor, I gotta set him straight 'Cause the only thing I'm offerin' God is a flipped cap: that's a collection plate Bet he stay in his crib, screamin', "Bar God!

You did nothin'! Hang it up, or these shots callin' Before he bang on me, his end comin' This kid buggin', 'cause what he didn't mention Is it's a ladder on this star's. Fuck you and ya light raps! You taught your cousin how to hold the ratchet, then had to hold his casket?

They hyped that My unc' gave me the gun from young, told me it's my strap Me, a group of niggas, and my gat Off the stoop wit' niggas, then right back It grew wit' niggas, but I ain't like it Your light raps, it's funny, 'cause you a fan of the boy Tay This dick-rider ain't wanna rock Roc wit' Kannon 'til he joined Cave But off Kannon, 'cause I took that battle for granted But you got a death wish, I'm lettin' the four grant it You inherited this loss, money, so I can't leave you alone a loan like poor parents!

These my war antics But play hero, and settle for a cold cut like a store sandwich I'm tryin' to do more damage Cut out the red meat 'til he turn vegan This pussy goin' back to Organik organic! If your plan is to speak on Chess' success, stop, chump You ever heard Me hate on that man? Not once I'm from the Army: little bro 'posed to be on the top bunk! So stop frontin' and drop somethin' I got a bullet for every freckle on your face Nigga, the club ain't lit when ya spots jumpin'!

Wait, I forgot somethin' One more subject to get touched I hate wife-beaters, and you hit the slut when it get rough So think Bonus Round, the way I be buckin' his whip up I'mma give D V cases for fuckin' his bitch up!

One more thing that I got to do He called me a janitor Mailroom shit: this stock needed a ladder to get ya box to you CakeLyfe! Even before the name change, I would've gave Washington Bullets! If I had to take an odd guess I'd say I'm about five steps from God's breath My boy just got killed in his Charger Now me and my niggas is tryna Dodge death When you first started, you was fire I can't call that trash But you got lighter, and blew up around all that gas!

Don't get it twisted! I'll put this steel in ya face! I raised ten babies: I know how to peel from the waist! I got loyal soldiers I swear to God my boy'll smoke ya He said this beef been simmerin', but he'll put Steams in the air if it boils over It's been anticipation, but at the same time, niggas hatin' So I'll reach in this holster and draw from it like inspiration!

Jeez, he should first cover, 'cause you been actin' funny on the block So for that, I'll follow up and put money in a box! All y'all missed it Jeezy, Inspiration was the follow-up, and the first cover had money in a box See how I trap rappers? Do you believe in a Parallel Universe? I do Let me demonstrate it My granny was puttin' change in the collection plate, while I was holdin' a nickel-plated So you the head of the Cakes?

That's cool, because I shoot leaders I'll be in your hood, lookin' for the correct marks like a proofreader First nigga run up, head shot It's worse following I'mma wig Whig on every man around like the first Colonies!

I promised him: he was destined for death Or plastic surgery: I brought somethin' extra for Chess chest! Hold on, hold on And you brought this bitch Tay Money wit'chu!? Chrome pipes! Steams, you in for a long night! I don't care if I have beef wit' a blind man: it's on sight!

I'm from the bottom To this day, I'm still sick 'bout it I had enough school clothes to last from Monday to Wednesday Then I had to mix outfits I had to borrow shirts I went to school with shit another nigga worn I didn't realize it then, but that was training me how to adjust to another nigga form! I am Plato's ideologies wrapped inside Horus' mind You can't correspond wit' a man who has the core of Spawn I chain-punch! Miss me with all the hi-jinks!

Nigga, you 30, and best friends wit' a nigga who can't even buy drinks! But between y'all, I'mma have to say the child the best Soon as I get space, you'll see the baby monster poppin' outta Chess chest! I'm alienated! I could go into God Mode, I've got options I don't have to fully wipe the floor wit' this nigga: I'm just spot-moppin' Glock-cockin', come ready wit' both 9's raised I'm with the shit, I already know crime pays I brought the Great Western for 'em Forum Y'all gon' see an L. Your team questionable BOW!

Spine shot! So you from the Projects, huh? The OGs taught you to extort cream? And y'all got a sports team! Look at his face right now! I will still NuBorn, I'm not kid-ding But this west coast nigga gon' feel it in his soul like 'Pac lyrics With these arms together, I'm bringin' y'all close to the God spirit Do y'all hear it? The lake or the damn handle? You can get picked up in a white van or turn up in a dam, Daniel Daniel's done! That's how clowns move Then said free him in a battle to sound cool And I ain't fuckin' wit' that I don't know y'all reason for callin' him a turtle, but mine?

Is cause he fuck with the rats I had enough of his rap Stop soupin' this nigga If gas made Caesar's monkeys smarter, well he's a turtle so the oohs ooze make him bigger Truthfully, I hate snitches Why do you think you should speak?

A tomb deceased is the only place that you should be Ah Di home, nah, that's a face shot Come watch this Boom release Who is he?

I don't give a fuck about this God hobby God prolly pussy, strike me now, like "God try me" Fuck ya belief, I will knock the science and math outta God body Bodyguard, switch it, get past tense, have God bodied Cake Lyfe [Round 2: Danny Myers] We Go Hard gon' remain lame I send these niggas to the grave slain Someone will give it to you, but you won't know who, it's like a slave name You can't depend on folks, so fight for yourself or get your dental's broke He is not fire for real, Steam only resembles smoke I don't say much, I just hold 'em off with the tre tucked Arm to the back of his head, he's showin' off with the layup You gon' wake up, I'm all in your house with the.

Presidential Dubbs can get dragged behind this bitch like a weddin' dress Rap vandal- fuck it I'll hit this nigga with beam 'til he die JR Smith didn't win a championship but these bitches ringin' in NY Rap vandal, the gat ram you 'til they CAT scan you This extended clip look like a fire fighter holdin' an axe handle I'll pull out my blade, sharpen it, then sever his skull on it My point?

My pen movin' vs Danny Myers from Writer's Bloque Which really don't make sense, cause you write a lot Fuck Writer's Bloque When I swing, duck this right or block You won't be able to get past the punch, cause that's writer's block When his iron pop, I let it sprinkle around your house It's like I'm tryin' to get a wrinkle out of a blouse The way I iron tops New chrome, off the shelf, like fresh rims in a tire shop But if this gun jam on Myers, watch I go nuts, pick up another grip, spin him again like the Plies drop But for Danny, I ain't gotta pop I give you defeats, make you go home and reminisce on the beach like retired cops But fuck retired cops, Danny, you ready to die or not?

Click on your brows or browser , just heat up your Earth like FireFox Tell that ant lookin' bitch that it's time to rock That marriage was suicide If you ain't gon' hang in there, why did you tie the knot? Myers stop, with that ugly bitch and all them kids you should be used to The worst day of your life?

Being inside a box Why did Dot say you had too many kids to pull out? They gon' have to mourn you Cause you said you never reached So why would we expect you to have it on you? A flick is a shot That's a box You gettin' framed like they stashed it on you Fried for your chips Grab the potato and mash it on you When your spine broke, your sense of feelin'?

You'll lose that Your old crib was torched, ya get it? He won't be able to move back Legs, shoulders, knees and toes like nursery school rap Then I'mma tie up your family with enough rope to have a nursery school wrap Matter of fact, turn my back cause I shouldn't be rappin' towards you Yo, Chess, don't tell chrome wifey, but I got a new ratchet for you It's a little toy [Chess] What that mean? That I'm blastin' for you? I come and mix her Think production, have something with an engine near engineer or get punched in wit' her Old Celtic, the knife Pierce, you lay flat when you drop Or I use this.

Walker: he'll shake after the shot Treat them games likes a sex change, you'll get clapped in the twat Treat ya funeral, like his surgery He'll awake after a box Let me stop, 'cause I can't understand the position this tranny's under With eight rugrats, this nigga has got to be scared of rubbers The Ol' Dirty Bastard, who likes it 'Raw' If a bitch fuck him, then I'm scared to touch her Why?! Danny what's up? I go postal with grips like I mailed the strap This nigga here will fall then all tears tiers will fall like the jail collapsed I heard you dipped on your fam' and Indiana is where you left 'em at "Daddy gone", how you tell 'em that?

Kids like, "Where the hell he at? Like death row, you're like time in the can', how you gon' bail on that? Should shell his hat Kill this man to be finished but no mam', phone plan Shit work better when your whole family get it But if the URL family wit' it, I want Ty Cause I hate you and in Law like family visits Fuck your whole family nigga, with metal I'm foldin' shit Twin. I showed you I can be down These other niggas fucked you for two minutes I constantly gave you three rounds!

Bitch, I'm done wit'chu, 'cause you don't know what bein' a team 'bout My bad, my nigga, I just had to let a lil' Steam out Bitch, this Writer's Bloque After this, he gots to hate his life Chilla don't give a shit, he the constipated type JC will send ya fuckin' soul, ya stock will pay the price How ironic, the Beam could never fuck wit' a concentrated light This is not the day to hype! You ushered in this era of "breakin'. Berettas blow, I'll creep in your window wit' the chrome boomin' Detectives will bring chalk in his house like he home-schoolin' I'm a hood nigga on everything, raised around deadly gangs Cabinets full of cups and bowls wit' the spaghetti stains Facts!

And I don't wanna battle Chess, 'cause at that point, I would've lost my merit I would only fuck wit' the kid for the check like a foster parent! When you be sparring wit' yo' squad, they don't be tellin' you the truth, Champ You don't have live rounds even when you train: that's boot camp You got a deuce clamped I ain't into that, I got a bigger strap I blew blue.

You gon' pay for somethin' Calm the fuck down, nigga! The K is dumpin'! You finna get hurt The clip longer than the last ten minutes of church Niggas always put they self on a level with God 'Til they die, and find themselves havin' to level with God Bitch, come to California I don't sit idle for threats The gang culture is real - we beat rivals to death That shit is passed through generations It's like Bruce and Brandon Lee: I done seen fathers and sons die on the set!

Bar God! When I battled Rex, a lot of y'all had some mixed thoughts I seen what happens when the niggas run off on the plug before And I seen what happens when they get caught Fuck all the slick talk! I'll let sparks blast at your mark ass! You supposed to be a gangsta, but all up in yo' battles gettin' hard-grabbed Runnin' from water bottles, but supposed to have a dog pass And since we in New York, this is the perfect place for me to Park Ave!

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