Freestyle Kingz

Freestyle Kingz - Crunk songtekst

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[Lil Sho]

Lil Sho, niggaz like the way my trunk rattle

Matter fact it do mo' knocking, than a judge's gavel

My rhymes the greatest, at leat that's how I feel

Make a nigga break fast, ain't talking bout morning meals

Step to the Sho-Off/ get your ass dismantled

Candy stain so crucial, they sho couldn't handle it

Talking shit behind my back, but Kevin Harris you'll walk

Wreckin' Crew blowing up, but we don't use steroids

Straight A's niggaz, never gave the teachers hell

You more nerd than Screech, from Saved by the Bell

Say playa that's yo gal, I think you better leave her

Cause she catching mo' balls, than a wide reciever

Purple stuff and Sprite, make you crunk and raw

I po' it up till it's pinker, than Pepto Bismol

You don't think that Lil Sho, spit nothing but hits

That's just like saying, that bruise don't make you shit



[Ake]

Yo my mouth is a gun, man you better be smart

When I rap I shoot bullets, when you rap you spit darts

Clearing the charts, hey now slice your head like your boy

Inside my body, nigga I got a K man heart

And I don't beg for the pussy, cause I'm known to smash

Only thing I'm worried about, is getting head and then cash

Can't come in last, that's why the youngster in first

When I bust it be a lot of nut, I quench hoes thirst

Leave in a hurse, if you talking bout beef

You talking bout, beef that be another nigga deceased

I'm a beast, when it come to the rapping

When it come to the rapping, my lyrics be clapping

People be like Ake, man you got some'ing to prove

I ain't got shit to prove, but in my heart I can't lose

I keep a short fuse, AKA a hot head

You can't make it in this world, if your bitch ass scared



[Tite]

I'm back off the chain, Tite ready back on his chain

Ready to flame, any nigga knocking my name

Not giving a fuck, mouth open ready to cuss

Dangerous to touch, guns ready to bust

With Ake and Sho, it's rubbing and we ready to blow

T.K.O., these weak cats want no mo'

The D-3 Nutt, microphone see me clutch

Niggaz that bump, give me space and see me rush

It's Armageddon, you see Tite arm your gat

I swarm a cat, or fuck around and harm you cats

I sleep with heat, I eat beef running the street

You wanna compete, naw brah step ya feet

I'm undenied, this rap game something try

Kinda nice with the hands, so respect my size

Armed and ready, smoked out guns is ready

Beat a mo'fucker down, till my arms spaghetti



[Big Redd]

I speak the truth, you hoes better respect my mind

Respect my grind, or get hit with the iron

Big Redd, you can catch me on the North

We pump everything from stracks, all the way to salt

If I'm flossing I flaunt it, best believe I own it

Blonde head yellow bone, best believe I want it

Boys talking down on me, if you want me come get me

Go on see you crash dummies, if they think they can kill me

I don't bump with you chumps, cause I'm grinding for this cash

If they run in my section, I'ma put 'em on they ass

Niggaz think they got pull, can't sell a lil' dope

I'm a hustler, I'll sell ya a bird or soap

Play it raw, fuck a nigga if he won't have it

Rule number one, bitch look what's getting got

Ain't no gangsta, I just get it how I live

If I grind with my heart, some'ing gotta give

Bitch in this 0-3, it's all on me

So back-back and make way, for the R-E-double-D



[talking]

Don't forget to hit us up, on the website

www.daballroom.com, and it go down

Every Friday night at the ball room

Huntsville Texas, new spot nigga

Y'all come get at us, yeah
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