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Royce Da 59 - "Stretch Armstrong (Freestyle)"
Lyrics to Stretch Armstrong (Freestyle) : [Royce Da 59"] Stretch Stretch.. (Whassup sup') Im tryin to figure out a way to start this rhyme off (Mmm) You aint got no ideas' (Nah) Aight, Ill start it like this (Aight) Check it, yo [P. Diddys "Bad Boy for Life" beat plays] FUCK, you! (haha) Im all nuts, no glory Youre walkin now but nigga whats the story' You better, duck when I go BOOM, cause suckers bore me and yeah, I probably hate Tommy Boy as much as Nore do Who the best' Eminem, Jigga or Nas' Cause when it comes lottery time, that spotll be mines You takin the throne is under the bridge And yeah, you might be +Ready to Die+ but none of you +Big+ So, youve been dared to listen til the fiercest rhythmll spit air condition glitter and wrist cool FUCK doom, I dont age Cut "Boom" up loud and see a mushroom cloud on stage [explosion] Do the math, four knucklesll give you six months and, you niggaz is so pussy you make my dick jump (haha) I dont wish to be king, Ill pass the throne Whatever shines too bright shines half as long I dont kiss hoes, I only put my lips on a cup Pee-wee niggaz, go somewhere and piss on your nuts (haha) God gave me this life, and if he decides to envy and give me Im takin the flow of the century with me Oh, so if you feel insane, and want a war Reality check, you not ready, your soldiers is still in trainin A bunch of hundreds thatll read the menu We run tabs with receipts sayin "To be continued.." And ' bully niggaz this is your day Meet me at the flagpole so you can hit me in my fists with your face And snitch niggaz is common as E-Bay wear Uhh, give the cops more +Alerts+ than DJ Red I got the blood of a dead soldier, on my palms and the scent of yo bitch lingerin on my fingertips And you niggaz is deep, I got a deep barrel thatll blaze So FUCK deep, the deep shall lay in a shallow grave For you deep niggaz. [beat switches to Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz "Whats That Sound'"] Uhh.. (Stretch Armstrong is now in your world..) Yo, I determine what time its on, I call my nigga Proof Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose! Im tired of you new jacks Im tired of niggaz sayin they bout to blow Less you a bitch, I dont care if you bout do that Move back, youngster, the glock gon speak Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat! The street, continuous to pit, too quick to smash ya or flash the clip, or give you the picture develop The click clock, six shots blows through another door And it gets hot, this Hip-Hop Quotable tug of war Who did ya niggaz beats you bitches, who made it work' That shit was [phwrt!], I got harder 2-Way alerts You get toe-up and re-torn; by the walkin bomb that I blow up and re-form, grow up then re-born Told you Im a star thats gon live forever Servin life sentence and get out and go to the bar So nigga take BLLAT! I gotta go to the car BLLAT, oh BLLAT! I gotta throw it in park The ironll wet ya - the Mausberg pump with the buckshots shellsll turn a nigga into Chinese Checkers I dont even start writin til Im on my third 5th Thats what you get, when Beatminers meet the Wordsmiths Uhh, every time I go out, I cop somethin new Every time I throw this right hand I knock somethin loose Who the fuck think they can see me' Might as well call the wife and tell her youre not comin home and to take it easy My guns dont shoot, they WOOF! At them sissy-ass niggaz type to accidentally shoot they foot Desert Eagle too big for you bitch-ass niggaz Soft-ass palms, cant take the kickback niggaz And you wonder why they suckin my dick Or why I keep a suitcase with a hundred grand handcuffed to my wrist Or why the watch could possibly make you lose your sight blinkin on the wrist, lookin like halogen hazard lights blinkin Royce 5-9 in this bitch About to sprinkle gunfire on any snitch Now who the fuck want it, bitches' Yeah, uhh, uhh [ Stretch Armstrong (Freestyle) Lyrics ]
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