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Sadat X - The Hashout lyrics
f/ Cool Chuck, Shawn Black, Tec Shit, fuck this shit [Hook] Who's is those niggas makin' all that noise Wild Cow-boys Who's is those kids makin' all that noise Wild Cow-boys I say the uptown kids got to say something To let the hash blow without coughin' mo' I said the cowboy kids have to say something To let the hash blow without coughin' mo' [Sadat X] Relax B, cause ain't no got damn problem Ever since I was born it was Hell up in Harlem Hot like 9-7 and I'm still point one Fuck with old school beats like oh check me now Coup Deville for this late night poet Used to live on 7th, I rhymed about eights Kidnappin' MC's who could not relate Uptown has been my home for 25 years 20 real niggas make 40 million a year Block to block, ya gotta bubble like shampoo Niggas is gettin' ugly and life is still a gamble My crack won't sell these niggas got a lower price It's all good so I gotta get shiest AK spittin' or should I do the street sweep We be strapped in the tinted down black Jeep Until X throw them lights on the low beam We started buckin' off shots at his home team He wanted money but he didn't want to murder kids He wanted props but he caught slugs in his face Feels good representin' for my crack turf [Shawn Black] Ah cat daddy what have we here Wild Cowboys scheduled to appear Life's no game, I'm like the travelin' man I'm not a gun slinger but I bring my lil' man named Rueben He'll do the poppin' then hop on the AmTrak And see ya in September when the high school starts back I'm like the fun packin' rapper Like to work the art, Napoleon Bonaparte Couldn't lead a war to party like the General X The one who protects, respects, and signin' checks And we leavin' and everybody's tore up And nobody tells you, my style can't be stored up I sound like another nigga WHAT! Beat cha' ass down WHAT! The Great X right here is like a monument Wild Cowboys is runnin' the government [* Various people talking *] [Cool Chuck] This one here is for the West or the East I roam streets, ride beats, ride freaks Dust rappers like a Hoover I wanna buy land, groovers just for the buddha The microphone demander I get into shit, get out shit call me Barry Sanders Wave your hand if your playas I got the gat watch me blaze ya Or cut cha' face with my razor Tryin' hoo-rake mine, how the fuck I'ma shine Corny rappers leave the mic alone Cool Chuck style, stay cream like the cream on ya corn I made ya girl moan, sexin' me when we at home Tryin' to sex me when we on the phone Style stays tragic like Magic Some of you rappers just don't got it Copeland Ave. makin' noise Cool Chuck signin' off sayin' peace to the cowboys [Tec] I'm the ruffneck, cruise on maneur to the prosecuter Glock 9 shotter leave you stunk like a sewer I pack rhymes like a 9 in my holster Put cha door up, I leave ya broker than a crack smoker Little league MC's will freeze Put my voice on wax and blow it up like the Japanese Cowboys and we do it like Texas outlaws Lettin' off four pause in the Legend Cool Chuck, D-X, and Tec runnin' wild Portland Ave style bury six rounds in ya crown Fuck the hoes in the limos It's all about the demos, order a dime to keep my mind stimo A lethal, desert eagle, so whatever people Ya be a cold corpse when the paramedics reach you Cause I leak lead and niggas sleep Get his head feet deep Into the concrete street Do whatever boy, do it like the cops fuck the crack slingers Cause ain't a dollar gettin' spent when the gat stick ya Uptown that's my project, can't stop Tec While the triple X bin got my nine wrecked Wild Cowboys makin' noise on the track, flip it We represent for my boys with the gats, kick it [Hook] Who's is those niggas makin' all that noise Wild Cow-boys Who's is those kids makin' all that noise Wild Cow-boys I say the uptown kids got to say something To let the hash blow without coughin' mo' I said the cowboy kids have to say something To let the hash blow without coughin' mo' |
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