Ray Bop - Uncut lyrics
I think, he's the saddest MC to ever hold a mic, Cold as ice, used to think the seductress was my prototype, You know the hype, bet my whole life if I blow the dice, So precise, scary on these tracks like a Poltergeist , Growing colder, with 16's out the pistola , Beaming up, not thinking much of you scheming f**s , All we do is steam the blunt, mind on a million bucks , Find me on the up and up, word to my L, f** is up nikka!? Hardcore Uncut nikka , Like I pack crack up for lunch nikka , Crunch time, b**h I shyne peep when son rhyme , For your mind, I spit these bars one time, Uh! I fell in love with it , Heart pumping to it, peep how I do it, speak dope fluent , I do it, peep how I do it, speak dope fluent, If they hate-f** you! well them nikkas get they own hustle , Nikka, Ha, CHG b**h