Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 19) lyrics

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Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 19) lyrics

[Chris Ward] I'm in the place to be Got all these major labels, chasing me All these rappers out here, in a foot race with me But I'm so far gone, it's like I'm out of space you see I get love from kids, like they favorite video game Be in your face like the top ten's, number one video mayn You could tell by the slang, that I spit when I sang It's nerve damaging, so don't let it get in your brain My bullets'll tear through what you wear, if I spit at your frame Have you walking f**ed up, have you talking f**ed up Have you looking f**ed up, cause I hit sh** when I aim I unload it and reload it, then I did it again Your girl's on my dick, but I'm really trying to get rid of your dame I get rid of hoes, the same way I get rid of c**aine I put 'em on a plane, put 'em in the street Put 'em out in the rain, put 'em out in the heat Why these f*ggots out here rapping, for a piece and chain I'm grinding with mine, rapping for a piece of change And I don't let these n***as feature me, on they monkey songs Unless it's three feet or more, then I'm Donkey Kong Jump all around on they tracks, like Donkey Kong Beat 'em down and take they bananas, like Donkey Kong Then I'm stomping on, to the next level Cardier yellowstone gold, with the reversible bezel sh**'s so frosty, you'd think it's filled with blue pebbles Game so cold, I can catch the Duke's Blue Devils Now peep it, I spit top notch flows While you kids playing around, with those hop-scotch flows Playa, I got drop top flows Which means you might see me spitting, 'em out a drop top Rolls Plus I got hoes that'll rob you, and let the Semi spray Cause I got mo' hoes than a game, than the WNBA [Hook - 2x] Now who they want (Boss Hogg Outlawz) Who, (Boss Hogg Outlawz) Now who they want (Boss Hogg Outlawz) We running this rap sh**, cause we too gangsta for y'all [PJ] It's PJ, I dribble crossover and then shoot Make a n***a rewrite his sh**, when I step out the booth I'm the truth, my sh** give boys amnesia Have 'em foaming out they mouth, like they having a seizure I'll bleed ya, I ain't cutting boys no slack If I co*k my gat back, then some blood gon splat I'm like that, b**h I've been thugging since 8th grade Slanging and getting paid, f**ing up n***as fades Working just like a slave, ain't no time for sleep My mind is too deep, that's why I stay on my creep Tote heat and bust, when I feel violated f** a deal, I'ma mob underground till I make it Boys be faking, but I'ma keep this sh** true Coming through without a clue, everything candy blue I thought you knew, PJ bout it bout it Stacking bank earning rank, sipping on my Hypnotic [Hook - 2x] [Kyleon] n***as know, my click stay with the 'Matics We cause so much drama, they calling us the Dramatics I'm the underground dope boy, serving the adicts One glimpse at the badge, and b**h you'll be a ashmatic I'm a flow Pica**o, painting n***as pictures With a uz' or a ruz', painting n***as fixtures That's what happens when a b**h n***a, get up in my mixture I'll do 'em like that show hoe, k**a will dismiss ya You f** with k**a, the aftermath will be devastating I know you don't want your spirit, in the sky levitating I'm on top of my game mayn, plus my sh**'s elevating While you n***as sleeping, like a motherf**er meditating I'm the truth n***a, listen to me demonstrating Game's over bro, you just been eliminated You can't clone Kyleon My style's one of a kind my n***a, it can't be imitated [Hook - 2x]

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