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me and strike got this on lock
we hold down like block liek we own a stock
consistent aint shit to us
we roll up and get some puss
he really needs to stop
hes on that flop
we gonna steal his cash crop
consistent we gon step down to your level
beat ya blue devil
then we step back up and take care of this drama
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my cash crops,
is sellin niggas cookies that i stole that rolled to my block,
u should know its not too much of a shock,
the way i diss u bitch, u must feel like a snitch,
if not well than i'll turn u into my hoe n trick u out,
one tote off my blunt thats wut i'm bout,
only one cuz i don't need to be too high to diss you,
i can hear your cryin all the way ova here, matta fact heres a tissue.
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same city as twista so dont get it twisted/
windy wont miss ya if i squeeze the biscuit/
perfect with my aim i can show u consistence/
let me see ya moms i can show u some pimp shit/
N PLUS my cum she like to drink it/
i aint trying to be vulgar just stating the facts/
im gansta nigga from the other side of the tracts/
u dont want to be on the other side of the gat/
cuz from your angle you be layed flat on your back/
just like your girlfriend/
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you sittin there using your calculator
im rollin down in my navigator
count my money and check out the skill
you so fat i bet u cant climb up a hill
pull your pants up and take off that hat
you aint full black ill step on u like a mat
looks like uve been eating some burger king
gained some weight i bet you cant even swing
grab that bat tight pull it back
nigga u look like your on crack
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windycity j
boy who you think you are
im gonna smoke you like im smokin a cigar
you think you a shinning star?
bitch ill run you over like im drivin a get-a-way car
me and my boys got this on lock
you and ya hood like the cock
you sippin on some cum from ya dick
as ya chick doin me with them thicks
you cant rap so give up
im better than you and thats whats up
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twista if had a dime,
4 every dope rhyme u spit//
my pockets'll be empty,
N i wouldn't be left wit shyt//
why da fuck iz u on here,
when u know u can't flow//
i'm finna get charges 4 assult,
jus 4 beatin dis beatin dis ho//
slap u once across face,
have yo azz on da ground//
have feelin misplaced,
yo azz lookin around//
tryin ta find wurr u at,
but cho wack ass can't be seen//
oops let me take dat back,
cuz u already lined up wit my beam.
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yeah my flow is hott
you the one who cant glow
your gonna get charged wit assult, thats ok
ill just get charged for the murda 1
thinkin you have my ass on the ground
you need to stop playin around
i move in them pounds
then smoke ya ass
you think you got all this class
ill smoke ya ass like mah grass
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matic thinks hes a killa
he shootin rhymes like thriller
michael jackson style is how he rolls
makin it seem likes hes got all kinds of goals
you think you all big
but nigga u look like a pig
since u got twista lined up with your beam
ill have to take this rap to the extreme
dont mess with niggas you cant handle
you'll get lit up just like a candle
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Steverstrike Needs To See The Light/
You're Dumber Than A Straight Guy Tryinta Breed A Dike/
You're More Like MJ Than Anyone Else/
With Grade 3 Rhymes Rappin With Boys That You Felt/
Quit Now Dog Before You Get Fucked Up/
Cuz Unless You Battle Doctor Suess You're Going To Get Fucked Up/
Stick To Your Dumb Fucks Cum And You're Bum Fucks/
You're Gay Gang Bangs In The Back Of A Dump Truck/
You Got Fucked Up By Me Without Question/
Just Stop Rappin This Is The End Of The Lesson/
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yo nigga i dont think you see the light
you over here trying to start a fight
me and dr sues has got mad rhymes
you roll together in M-Ton and make lots of crimes
dont dis the man for makin some storys
its not his fault ure life isnt no glory
that nigga made the cat and the hat
that nigga will bust u up with a baseball bat
hes got more game then ull ever get
nigga now this rhyme is set
dr sues and stever will tear u up
dont start a fight when u aint ready.. word up
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no one aint addicted to you
your like the flu
no one wants you be you
you say he needs to see the light
thats more than you can say cuz you be seein a invite to a fright nite
he aint in no third grade, he skipped that by the edge of a blade
he about to murda ya
get arrested wit assult with a deadly weapon
that kid off the chain
what are you on, some mary jane?
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Who Knew You Could Battle Dumb And Dumber/
I'll Give Em A Minute To Finish Each others Hummer/
Murder Me? Time For Surgery/
You Fuckin Faggets'll Get Served For Free/
These Two Are Like Bert And Ernie/
And They're Wack Rhymes Are Just As Corney/
Twista Usin Stever's Dick As A "Deadly Weapon"/
Stabbed His Own Ass A Fuckin Fag Impression/
You Two Are As Wack As Vannilla Ice/
So Just Fuck Off Cuz I Killed Ya Twice/
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man this cat aint got no game
his claim to fame aint up to his name
yeah im gonna murda ya
wit dis nine
ive been assigned
mission- you, your done
your like a huney-bun
easy to eat and distory
my dick be bigger than yours
its alright, wait till your balls drop
ya girl told me while fuckin me in that tank top
bitch what you got
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