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Craig G - Ripped to Streads lyrics
(Transformer) This calls for some affirmative action ( *paper is ripped* ) (Then show me) (Show me) Yo, I gotta rip somebody on this one (Show me) (All - you - gotta - say) Give me a bassline, and a mic just in case I'm Prepared to rhyme and get hype, I won't waste time Craig G is back in effect with a flow and a flex And it don't matter who's on next Cause there won't be a mic left And the stage got ripped from the hype steps Speakin of steps, don't step to this Cause Craig G's just too treacherous With a mic in hand I command like a foreman And all of my troops'll start stormin So any MC in the vicinity You better run or prepare for an injury Yeah, that's the way I like to flow One rhyme to your mind's like a death blow I oughta be jailed for this But to some it's considered a gift So I'ma shoot it, just like a Mac-10 Way to the front and up to the back and You little wack hip-hop basehead Here's a rap that'll turn your whole face red A brother makes three LPs And he's still sportin Pumas and Lee's And his label wants to give him the boot But he owes em so much loot That they're writin him off with their taxes It considers his albums as practice But yet he took the time out to dis me On some bold chance that he thought he could rip me He called me his son, but is he sure? I never slid checks under his door So yo, watch your step, you little asswipe Your album sales couldn't generate a flashlight Or buy you a pack of gum Your juice spilled, so here's a sponge And if you try to play me as a kid Just remember, I know where you live And next time you hit the pipe And you think you wrote somethin hype Just think: I could kill you dead But nah - I'll just rip you to streads Punk |
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