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Royce Da 59 - "No Talent Rappers (feat. Cutty Mack, Juan)"
Lyrics to No Talent Rappers (feat. Cutty Mack, Juan) : [Intro: Juan] Whoo! Whattup Billy Nix' Yeah, its your man Juan! Yeah (yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh) Street Lord Mafia Its your man Juan, "The Real Me" Go get that, in stores everywhere This a monster kid (yeah) whattup Kino' [KRS-One: x4] "No, talent, rappers!" Whattup Bo' Yeah, yeah, spit sixteen Yeah, alright.. yeah [Verse One: Juan] I fell in love with hip-hop, I wanna rap cousin Thats when he gave me a brick, told me wrap somen Crack somen, act somen, pack somen, stack somen Gat somen, back stuntin, dont make me clap somen I tell niggaz once, then Im back bustin Gats dumpin, thats nothin, pass me the bag youngn I beat niggaz bloody - weak niggaz swear they thugs til they mugs full of blood, they say J nutty We never rock bottom, Im on the block whylin Flock niggaz stock pilin, squads out the drop clownin On my 7-digit, bitch you will never get it Spittin like that, Im in the kitchen writin raps with the cheddar sittin, by the glocks and the grams and the box of seran, in the bakin soda vision where pots and the pans, rockin a slab Niggaz swear they the shit til they rottin in a bag [Chorus: Royce] "No, talent, rappers!" [x8] You hearin the beat nigga Real niggaz here witchu Juan Cutty, Mack, me, Five, Nine Nigga streets is mines... Ride out! Cmon, cmon Yeah, the M.I.C.! Yeah, regardless Yeah, yeah, street BOYS! [Verse Two: Royce Da 59"] Yeah, Im in the drop with the top up with cash Mashin the pot with the glock in the stash You boxin you possibly got you a shot in yo ass Dropped in a box in the trash Chopped into pieces, stabbed with the top of you leakin Feet from the opposite half of you reekin Cops with they badges, keep em I stock em for cheap (yeah) charges get dropped quick as I could get knocked then Im back on the streets The untraceable track, mop and the bleach (yeah) Its a check if he gets on it, spits on it Wreckin the next nigga destined to flip on it For that paper with the dead presidents on em Best flow nigga put yo neck and your wrist on it A soldier be rollin for dolo, for dollars Yo flow to mines is, like a Rover to and Impala [Chorus] [Verse Three: Cutty Mack] In a spot in a lab - and killin niggaz is somethin thats probably tagged on a block with the mag While the track spittin mad, killin whole staffs Whip opponents, Im choppin the whole car in half Im a gangsta nigga, if I cant care nigga Shank a nigga, make a nigga shakin til he skatin in a ambulance with the sirens off, in the Benz whippin off Let my little youngns take the tires off Real hip-hop (snitches get dropped) Cocaine, get rock, operation skip watch I spit it street cause its in me I know "Death is Certain" so I merk a nigga fore he merk me Niggaz act silly, til you catch em sizzling Put the semi-slugs in em til he shit and pissin Remy Im a nut punk, bust pump, snatch trunks Mashed up, smack chumps, look at em like "AND WHAT!" [Chorus] "No, talent, rappers!" [x4] [ No Talent Rappers (feat. Cutty Mack, Juan) Lyrics ]
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