Notorious FAT
ayo man i hear you,fuck all these wanksta's/
thinkin they all good when they fuckin pranksta's/
but yo im'a say that im in soa/
but im always ready to spit wordplay/
if you bitchez act up then you'll jus get beat/
when this fire start commin out you jumpin out ya feet/
so it dont really matter if im in or not/
i jus made this lil rhyme off the top//
i know i can flow but what about you how would i know you can too for all i know you ain't got game n ya flow is lame mena while i'm of tha chain i'm juss askin casue i never heard ya name
How people gonna try to diss the dude that started the cypher
creeping through peoples hoods pulling an all nighter
i bring heat not peace so call me a fighter
i am gonna break it down ain't nobody tighter
this is what happens when people fuck around
act stupid and try me like a clown
i hit ya so hard you won't make a sound
carrying the weight its about couple hundred pounds (look)
the dude who's quick to snap gets clapped and knocked back
stupid mutha fuckas comeback as if they were on crack
ya boy gets blown back wit the gat when its packed
if you snitch you a rat i use my bat and ya head will go splat
its so mean when i spit and i stay clean
hata vz me is like man vz machine
my hit will make you lean when i bust on the scene
say you did it but you ain't did a thing
i got so much skill your guts will spill then you will be poppin them pills
write ya will for when i hit you wit the back of the steal
wait until i sign that deal cuz its murder murder kill kill
i will whoop ya head boy and you know i will
hataz are bitches that switch quick alwayz wearing lipstick
talking shit but they ain't ready to spit
they talk unrealistic cuz you can't call them a man
i am fixing to show this dude these fighting hands
kill more people on the track than the clan
you can't catch up like the ginger bread man
i twist the brains til ya go insane
crash a plane when it pours it rains
i got the game remember the name
when i am in the hall of fortune and fame
SANE
aye ight nigga, fo real gangstaz? im bout to show u wutz real
have ya body in a trash can in my garage/ yall made cuz my entourage move round unseen like camoflouge/ it dont take much, to wake up, taped up/ fuck da district ide kill jacob/ lil niggaz luv to get ice in dey chain and act hard when dey pop-up/ but datz when i laf and dey ina bag, body all chopped up/ niggaz said i couldnt do it i jus proved it/ i should get a Nike contract the way i jus do it/ u niggaz want beef....den lets do it/ i dare u to shoot nigga go ahead, put ya vest threw it/ when shots ring out, im da 1 dey call on/ Gloves, Mask, Vest, hardhat nigga put it all on/ u cop a john i pop dat john/ like 50 its clear to c im here for a real reason/ u pop off i pop off lets c who still breathen
Homie fuck with me and you'll get ripped up, with six slugs,
Shot from six guns, by sick drunks,
with tye-stick bud, in they system,
You must have shit luck, Get shot down then picked up,
Cut open then stiched up, Then proceed to get pistol whipped up,
I'll make you hit the floor faster then bank tellers do when they hear: THIS A STICK UP!
Cypher started: June 10th 2006 at 16:37
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