Mr. Hyde - Street Veteran lyrics

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Mr. Hyde - Street Veteran lyrics

[Mr. Hyde] Watch me ignite this sh**, like a fiend's pipe hit Yo I do this for thugs leavin' the righteous split n***as turn into dashers at the sight of my blaster You might be type quick but son my bullets run faster Bustin' off shots, got you clutching ya knot Try to plug up the holes, the blood is gushing a lot Put on my bra** knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food Jackin' a magazine, yeah I'll be done with it quick Watch me empty out clips like a son of a b**h No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten since birth Make sure I finish the job of kids I'm plottin' to hurt I'm huntin' for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her And if I'm mad ripped I got the Louisville slugger Ken Griffey swing with an axe at ya face Little pieces of ya skulls all over the place Attack a chick, immaculate, never miss the target Open up ya mouth son, I'll use my fist to clog it Dead a for real, you betta get up ya shield Cause when I set up to peel, sh** you'll be wet as a seal Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin' wit worse thugs Prone to burse slugs, like Stallone the 'First Blood' [Necro] We get in real fights, with all my might hit you with steel pipes Leave you wit flesh bites, that won't heal right, if I feel spite You dick s**in who*e, b**h you ain't Chuck Norris Bullets travel through skulls like f**in explorers Evil like the auras and coroners, holding foreign objects To process, to cut ya spleen like sub marine destroyers Punches to ya head in bunches Your goin down like munchkins doin lunges Rippin through stomach muscles like crunches Like metal numchucks, smashin ya ribs till they're soft like sponges Coughin up a lung of blood cells All you super guys will get pulverized When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like Jupiter's skies Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries Boxing like romans and ancient greeks, in the middle ages creeks For a spiked glove youll get dangerously beat f** breaking through floor boards, wit war lords And maintain jail, hard like chain mail, and broad swords [Hook: repeat 2X] Street veteran, we crack ya head you need excederin Ain't no fear here Wit man steps we shreddin none Veteran, ya gear we reddinin When the Glocks pump, you drop so hard you crack the cetament [Mr. Hyde] A flurry of shots'll shank you like Triceratops Leave you wet like when the bottle of Sherry pops in ya grill Its foul like little babies licking co*k You disgust me, like old ladies wit chicken pocks Equal rights, if the b**h steps outta line I'll have to fight her Male or female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider Wish master, pulling out my b**h blaster You're dead and I'm breathin cause I empty clips faster Thuggin it out, my clique is obnoxious We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your pockets Flash techs directly through your raver ex Pierce flesh and bones as worms bless ya dome I'm decked in fatigues and steel combat boots Aim for your front tooth, then cold stomp that loose Cold merciless, hookers flirt wit this Nine inch co*k I pack just to hurt you b**h And f** gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya back Its hyde hollowtips verse ya'll blanks and caps All lucky kids that fought me already know Cause I left her body stinking like Courtneys sweaty hole You steppin ta us without a weapon ta bust We'll jack you outcha rangerover, make you trek in the bus [Necro] You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it We using fistacuffs and pistol snuffs To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think you're mister tough You'll remain a peasant, pain is unpleasant Like eating the brain of pheasant Destroy you like crack c**aine resin Like a trauma'd abortion Bring it to you like armored horseman Smashing you like the arms of 'Foreman' This is benly drama endorsment A supporter of gore enforcement co*k, brain splattered on floor cement Seeing cattle k**ed is similar to men dying On euorpean battle fields, sh** is that real, I'm not lying You might be missing, despite tradition we try to fight efficient Were like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prism Homes take it off, make a choice, get hit wit bone Breaking force in ya trachea till you can't make a voice Enter the prize ring know as the streets A survive thing if you're weak and we known as cadaver or meat [Hook]

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