Keak Da Sneak - Hi-Volume lyrics

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Keak Da Sneak - Hi-Volume lyrics

(Keak Da Sneak) And you can catch me in Bent red artlidge, 2K3 Bentley Leader not a follower so don't ask who sent me Paid for, no lease and you can't rent me Still grinding worth grand Bobby and Whitney X pills keep you up all night Bottles of everything and that guada green light I'm in the club like 50, not Shady Aftermath Tricks treat em like they offset, I'm the number one draft Wholes not halfs a nickel thirty six And raw, raw raw raw raw like the top of the rick I hit like rick drums kick and claps Six 15's zeus zap on my lap Keep a fadango rolled boy I never would crap Paystyles no longer free when I rap I adapt in any 'viroment or the weather Got many personalities, n***a my mouthpiece is cheddar (Hook) This how I ride like it ain't no tomorrow, don't beg or borrow We take sh**, and seperate our stuff from the fake sh** The jam start sockin, make ya feel like a quake hit The whole block rockin with intention to shake sh** Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential) Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential) Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential) Now this (should be played at hi volume, resedential) (Keak Da Sneak) And my watch I can't even pronounce That cost three huned thousand tax in the states in year round be my account All I wear is gucci and louie, ice berg My mistress will get you down, she cop me that throw back Spurs Get yours, the voices in my head be tellin me You misdemeanor I'm a felony, give up sports and start sellin D Now I'm like waitin on the rap sh** a**holes and elbows, get up in ya like catpiss Quiet on the set I'm recordin Caught my first trial then I faded just like Michael Jordan Stompin in my Air Force 1's Blockin n***as, strong armin with no gun I rap for funds, mucho denero Got my hoes bringin me 10 G's a night, the cousin Nefero I just jet like this and get a battery charge Pimpin and playin, I tell ya Keak Da Sneak is hard (Hook) (Keak Da Sneak) I sell my rock in the studio or the streets Gone blow up but not cuz I'm signed to a Dre or a Pac beat On the Rick Rock sheet, and no I'm not the best kept secret Cuz everybody know about this Keak Da Sneak sh** Danger! Not Mystikal but get on the flo' The man right chear, All In Moe Doe My style my flow is original as hell Cuz who is who in this industry, I just can't tell Everybody sound like Nas or Jay-Z or Jadakiss Nelly or Ja Rule n***a I hate this sh** I come wit that sh** you never heard befo' And everybody say "fa sheezy" but where my credit though East Oakland make that work 10-Deuce and Walnut trick f** what you heard Quit sayin you sellin birds like you wanna get caught Cuz if n***as accidentally snitch on you it's all yo fault And quit tryin to put Tupac Shakur in ya rhymes n***as get shot for being at the wrong place at the wrong time Left shirt and show ya bullet wounds off to ya hoe But you don't really wanna get shot no mo', that's why (Hook)

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