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Tracey Lee - "Evolution 3000 (Main Version)"
Lyrics to Evolution 3000 (Main Version) : (feat. The Madd Rapper, Black Rob, Kurupt And Buckshot) [The Madd Rapper Intro] Roll another blunt man, Cuz shit I gotta get high That's the key to my shit, I get high Ya mean [Tracey Lee Intro] Yo I dont know what they thought, I dont know what the fuck they thought I dont know who told them this shit was over Its never over man This Tray Lee muthafucka I represent Philly, I brings the heat, 3000 shit For my dogs who grow hard in Bogard That be in the muthafuckin streets [The Madd Rapper] If you wasnt on my dick from day one, then screw yall My rhymes are lyrically designed to blow through yall Chest piece, Through your Lex piece, I knew yall Fold when the full court pressure step to yall, do yall Do what I gotta do to get a dollar, I ride on the train snatch A chain off your collar, Ask wife, for 600 I can borrow Cause * Someones Name * gonna throw me out tommorow Yep Im still broke, I still choke And even though I aint puttin in no doe, I still smoke Still tote, Spittin out these bars I wrote Im not tryin to get ' ' ', Wit gats in the bizack Bags of the Crizack, Dimes and Nicks On the streets bitin leather, Keep em high till six Got pies to flip, and wise guys to clip And in a minute or ''sixenit'', you might see me flip [Tracey Lee] A-yo, The Tray Lee, Is you thirsty Lets guzzle these mcs, Put the muzzle on dem niggaz mouths And breeze, They all talk to much shit Walk the walk like dicks, Fuck strictly Bum chicks Thats why I no them niggaz crabbed out Inchin En on all these niggaz assed out And when we get em, We let the rhythym hit em Black oozy slipt em, Kinda fucked up how we did em Big dog bit em, If would have been on P he would have seen it comin Instead he had his eyes on me, and Im gunnin For all niggaz who bite the bullet, If you bite the first one you might Bite the worst one, Itll hurt some Straightened Aim, this nigga straight frontin BK brawlin in the street nigga who want it What, We storm through blocks wit kicks, Violate em We stomp niggaz and then we stomp jakes (cops) [Black Rob] What the fuck is the haps, Here we go again, Bussin caps Get down, for sweet thugs, and my niggaz who push crack Who be in the back, Loadin they macks, Hit the surface Its on now, when I attack its with a purpose My soldiers, Trained by dreams, the street seems My niggaz that know, how to be handlin these fiends Come in between, me and this green, I doubt that Sixteen through your jeans, now fagat how about that Yall aint ready for war, Yall just playin a part I rip apart with guns that be state if the art Play it smart, and youll get a bitch, like 99 I never hide, If you cowards cant find me fine I been rolin with these punishers since niggaz been schemin On free lunches, Now I push up and do crunches Wont stop squeezin this trigger, Till yall arrest Damn right, you fuckin wit black, Its more or less [Tracey Lee] I crack jaws, lyricly slap yall, in figure fours The over Lord, Im nice, Name your price Wit mics, Break niggaz like dice, Tray da Great One One of these half-ass niggaz, son this aint one But, How they gon act, My style they study it MCs be like Shaq and em, Still not ready yet Many have tried, But fuckin wit Tray It all can cause niggaz decay Spit it for them street niggaz, Dice rollin dogs Who mix liquor Niggaz who feel no pain, This rap shit Tray got covered like rogaine, Cant wait to get one of yall on stage Thats my domain Went from no name, to Cats knowing my whole name Controllin the whole game The whole aim, Spittin shit ill, Its like cocaine R and F, Better run for cover, Cuz you dealin with a real Killadelph Muthafucka like that [Buckshot] ' ' ' ' ' MCs, No the time like Seiko Spittin dialect, dirtier, than a freak ho I Buck, role wit my nigga Lito And we snatch goods like the repo Clips in my skully, 44s in the Peko Pull it out, make you deep throat, Then we let the heat go So what, never in your life try to play me Play my seven six niggaz, Or play Tray Lee My ice-real monsters, Intimidate yall Niggaz aint playaz so I guess Ill just hate yall Better recognize my clique, and where my name is Got your wife, on my dick like my chain is Take her to the Tele, Then I, Fuck her brainless Cats say that, They can talk to the stainless Spit the razor, Leave a smile where your beard at Viva R, and F, Yall niggaz better fear that [Kurupt] Hoes eat dicks and thats all they do Im jus a gangsta ass nigga in grey and blue When the flow bounces, Nigga we blaze ounces Whoa nigga, My woman makes more money than most of yall niggaz High post, high class, high to the sky Kurupt and Daz Two hits and pass, Two steps and blast Is that right, on the Rooftop at night Wit a scole, Bout to blast everything in sight Fuck whatcha Thought, Fuck whatcha like Despite whatcha thought, And whatcha thinkin like Show me whatcha got and Ima take the shit Ima shoot a muthafucka and Ima slap a bitch You must have lost your Mutherfuckin mind Sucker punched a nigga in his muthafuckin ' ' ', Dip made the dash for the muthafuckin doe Fuck everything I see and everything I saw Guzzlin gallons of Henesy on the rocks In the clubs wit my dogs, Thugs, 38 slugs, Persian Rugs Pistols launch off like missles Sherms, curls and perms, Bitches aint shit, Fuck them hoes and tricks I take the money out of her hand and backslap the bitch And some of these niggaz is bitches too And the same motherfuckin thing will happen to you But Bitch nigga, Whatchu thought this was a mutherfuckin game You must not have heard about my motherfuckin name Kurupt(echoed), Young Gotti(Echoed) DPG Fuckin up the party [Tracey Lee Outro] Yeah In 9-9 Thats how we get down Dead ass this time around Tray Lee, Fever, Black Rob, Kurupt, What the fuck You aint shit, Your crew aint shit R&F to def, Philly in here, You know how it is [ Evolution 3000 (Main Version) Lyrics ]
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