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Big Pokey - Freestyle Pro lyrics
[Big Pokey] I'm a freestyle pro, gon perform Mouth piece off the heezy, I don't mean no harm Mic in my palm, can't you see I'm one of the ones Causing havoc in your speakers, blowing up like bombs Lyrics is hard, niggaz screaming out I ain't playing Boys surround and go, what the fuck is you saying Verbally spraying, infiltrate the seventy stand Tongue flipping steady peeping, up the clothes that you wearing I'm a beef breaker, loose leaf sheet shaker Old school pancaker, right in front of you fakers I've been labeled on track, or fighting the warlords These niggaz they get the straw, but really I don't barge Cutting up bars, presidential with head rests Seeping through niggaz vests, displaying they chests Freestyle infested, your guess is as good as mine Bring the sight to the blind, these bustas gon bow down [Hook - 2x] I'm a freestyle pro, Big Po-Yo Fucking off everything, coming through the do' Fa sho, niggaz know I'm 330 on the scale All about my motherfucking mail [Big Pokey] I'm a game spitter, the way I spit it ain't a thang Record sales and mail, I'm here addicted to the fame Nigga plus the change'll, make me a stage breaker With a head on my shoulders, I know I'm a stay paper Keeping haters away from a playa, at all times Cause a itch and I'll shake the ladder, and make you fall down Everything on the line, even if I die trying My mouth piece is blind, I'm spitting it life size Breath taking define, shining like a diamond ring Chasing my paper stacks, until I pull a hamstring From H-Town to Queens, I'm representing supreme Mobstyle the team, a wolverine with dreams Triple beam machine, now I'm posted in magazines Stretched out limousines, or Lamborgini with wings King of all kings, I'm a rap game veteran Settling into your intestines, soon as you digest me [Hook - 2x] [Big Pokey] Sneaking in from the back, it's a fact I'm a dat whipper Hat tipper, plus a twenty fo' track ripper Freestyle killa, speakers spitting the realer Cock back a nine milla, hardest pit in the litter Bust a rhyme I deliver, make you shiver and shake I put that on the state, I stand tall as a gate Moving till I checkmate, cause the game is a trip You get tossed up and flipped, niggaz'll sink your ship Now you script air tight, I'm a freestyle king We could take it to the ring, while I slaughter the scene '99's the year, and I want the whole rock From the bottom to the top, we gon set up shop And the shit don't stop, cause I'm thoed in the game Platinum plus is a must, and ain't a damn thang changed Ain't no sitting in my game, so don't play me for a hoe Bout to drop it in the sto's, steady letting boys know [Hook - 2x] |
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