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Rasco - Gunz Still Hot lyrics
ah,yo 2000 Grand Imperial New and improved Show and prove [Verse 1] Yo,the underground rap veteran here to bring you Cats the medicine to stop all the shit you've been peddlin Ain't nothin' better when your pockets is phat Niggas get up in the game and start changing they stacks Without gats I can run in your spot And take everything you got Without bustin' a shot Nothin' but the hotness Nigga we got this Your same old style is now soundin' monotenous Close caption hold cats that's ready for action I wouldn't give y'all the satisfaction (Yo better get your crack or so Cause I can light to your ass when the track is old nigga) I switch tones like I switch colognes And keep it bangin hard to your stereo headphones It's Dick Swanson for the niggas that still ridin' the Johnson hate cats harder than Zack Bronson I'm from the coast where they cary the toast And puttin clothes to your hair spittin' lyrics instead Never in arrears ?? the cash you being pushed out the block still coming in last I let it blast so you niggas can feel Fuck shady cats actin' like they cuttin' some deals I tell you cats this I be swingin the fish You know the beats still bang and the lyrics is crisp Ey yo [Chorus] 2X We spit it You cats better get with it Nothin' but cash man we stay fresh minted If niggas is laid out then Rasco did it Find me at the spot with the gunz still hot I came to expose these mediore flows Niggas who talk trash on weak ass shows Niggas that ride dicks of weak ass clicks Niggas that get smashed for being in the mix I stand alone you clone your shit You ponder recash that don't even know shit Puttin' you out there to make 'em cash Blame yourself when your career don't last Outta your class vast amidst four tips with blue prints Of books with some raw ass hooks Never ran with crooks, I use my brain Dissin' the rowl instead of dissin' cocaine Tryin' to explain, your click ain't sick I'm ready to smack y'all with forty five licks Right to the teeth i spit heat to the street for real Still lookin' for the cash and a deal Who's fault is that?It sounds like yours Nothin' but rhymes that come straight from the pause Settle the score but don't spit in our clothes I'm fittin' somewhere between the highs and the lows Blowing back to those that shattered that glass You know it's for real cause your sister sold by the glass I tell you cats this I be swingin the fish You know the beats still bang and the lyrics is crisp Ey yo [Chorus] 2X Ey check this I ain't even begin I still blow a niggas plan turn water to sand Every blade is plain I rain on a niggas parade throwin' grenades at his fresh cut dane Every joint is made on rhymes from the spot You fuckin' with us you better bring all you got Ras came to rock for real mc's And fuck keepin' it real, I need those G's One hundred degrees I burn outta turn so learn Don't but here when you got no concern Niggas get smacked for doin' shit like that I verbally blast and pull his whole wig back Straight from the CA we ain't no kids You better rethink that and raise that bid You know what it is rush the bus like us Living this plush plush the trust is a must Ready to crush these young cats to the map And how do I get mines to sound so phat We take time I scrutinise every line You spendin' my cash you better find every dime One more time I spit lyrics like these The soul by the glass rock shows overseas I tell you cats this I be swingin the fish You know the beats still bang and the lyrics is crisp Ey yo [Chorus] 2X |
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