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Boss Hogg Outlawz - "Freestyle (Track 3)"
Lyrics to Freestyle (Track 3) : [talking] Run it, the heavy weight champ of the flows is back Killa nigga, act like you know me sucker, hey [Kyleon] Im the reason, niggaz caps is leaking Why a lot of hard MCs, raps are weaking Im Killa thats right, nigga live in the flesh And the raps that I rap, mo live than the rest Consistent flow spitter, a consistent hoe hitter Plus I stay in mash mode, cause Im a consistent go-getter Do like a grocery store, what you want paper or plastic I dont have to recycle raps, like paper or plastic I got so many flows, I just might lose a few Saying a rhyme two times, what I choose to do But doing that is sompn, you have to pay dues to do Got so many hard raps, niggaz might confuse a few Since Havin Thangs dropped, niggaz been mad as fuck He keeps spitting hits, that got them niggaz sad as fuck If I stop rapping, you might be glad as fuck But Im not, so right now your ass is stuck what Like crazy glue, stuck to your pants Boys spinning my flow, like its stuck to a fan Im what them white boys jamming, in that outpart stuck your man And you cant take it from him, cause its stuck to his hand I demand, some fucking respect round here If its wrong, you better get it correct round here Cause we known for keeping bitches, in check round here With a flow or the 8, and a tech down here [Sir Daily] Its the raw Hogg, under boss back in the do Hitting you where it hurt, while Im attacking a flow You see me in them streets, you know Im packing a fo With a sack of that dro, trying to mack at your hoe A young rich nigga, with his mind on paper Drop dolla signs on you, if youre trying to hate us Nigga, cause I go liver than you No line is true, what you got I multiply it to two Cause Ima hustle mo harder, with stacks at steak I break the microphone, with raps thats great I blow that sticky green, like masking tape And illegal money makers, with cash to make I flip that candy blue, with glass that skate Now knock your bitch down, just ask your date Nigga I left her mouth, with a nasty taste Them Outlawz on top, you niggaz last in place, Daily [talking] Nigga, its like that I feel you Daily Boyz-N-Blue, its C. Ward motherfucker You already know who, nigga peep this here [Chris Ward] For the 0-4, Im the new years resolution Hazardous also, my force filthy as pollution Niggaz swearing that they real, but its all ammusing Cause they act and look real, but its all an illusion When they talk about my music, they say you possess A type of style that shows, you are truly blessed I got a nationwide delivery, like UPS And when in the booth, is like a first grader school recess I just have a lot of fun, with the beat Its cold out here in this world, so I gotta run with the heat And I dont trust no niggaz, cause most of em is shesity The only one I ever believe in, is the Lord Jesus Christ Plus his game aint nothing nice, its a mess in my eyes But Im still living, so really its a blessing in disquise And if this rapping dont pay off, Ima really fuck up Whatever or whoever, and more foes gon get stuck up And Im going for the rappers, that always talk trill in they music Act real in they music, so people can feel they music Old rappers new rappers, it dont matter Golf clubs and baseball bats, will make they bones shatter Im the new threat to this industry, and society Artists around here envy me, and they try to be Me, just listen they recycling rhymes And half of the time, these niggaz recycling mines They take a little from everybody, and recycle they lines Now thats what you call, a recyclable shine They just wanna be like a nigga, cause Im C. Ward baby And when they hoes see me shit, they go C. Ward crazy They rub and hug a nigga, say they love a nigga And they stand there frowning, and mean mugging a nigga But its all cool, cause when I walk up to em And look em in they eyes, they be like whats up my nigga [Slim Thug] Last but not least, its the Boss kapish And niggaz better shut they mouth, and ass when I speak Im a good six years strong, and still at my peak A lot of niggaz came and gone, cause they trash and weak I worked up from a rookie, to the Boss of my click Thats why these big mouth pussies, cant floss what I get Niggaz talk big trash, niggaz swear they got cash Niggaz swear to God they hard, when they get a note pad The rap game today, is so sad Cause rap lanes today, is so sad They quick to tell a nigga, how they so bad But they never own a gun, and they lie with they hoe ass Face aint never wore a mask, never been on the block Dont know the difference from a brick, or a fifty pack rock Please stop with your tales, you niggaz aint been to jail You only did a couple hours, for some tickets in a cell Now you claim you so gangsta, you really so wanksta When the shit hit the fan, you gon back down aint you No thank you, your service is not needed Now bitch get the fuck from round here, before you get heated [ Freestyle (Track 3) Lyrics ]
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