Shabaam Sahdeeq - Southpaw Cypher lyrics

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Shabaam Sahdeeq - Southpaw Cypher lyrics

[Shabaam Sahdeeq] My rhymes like a key yours are half a gram Scram - f** face go rap for your mans You ain't no real MC, your verses is empty Your style is played out like lottos and stripe lees And the lines that you spit don't pertain to me They plain to me you ain't who you claim to be You lame to me – you can't even aim to pee Namin' all kind of guns you ain't hardly see You from a block that ain't poppin' and ya name don't ring Seen you with the f*gs in the village callin' you sweet thing I'm a menace fool – trash that you talk be miniscule Small like a pebble in a 10-foot deep pool Skip the talk – chi chi mon switch when you walk You a thug in drag, light up ya helmet like lazer tag You n***as can't hang wit S I'm too wicked Bang wit two llamas leave ya whole sh** twisted You be thinkin' this a game til they carry you out Son you rhyme like a chick wit a dick in the mouth Ain't gotta tell you you a f*g, fam you know yourself Stick ya head between yo legs dog and blow yourself Stick the dil*o in yo a** and f** yourself Put the gun to ya head dog and shoot yourself [El Gant] El Gant y'all That's OK ya gat don't spray I get away with verbal murder I'm the rap OJ You actin' like ya hat won't fray When you get capped with mad claps Like you act in a Broadway play The doorway to crooked hookers and crooks that s** dick They just around the corner the second you cop a hit Or the second you cop a clip hip-hop this sh**'s a b**h Til you rich bendin', twistin' and fistin' a Dixie Chick Pop in a disc and we spittin', sittin' reminiscin' Listen to me dissin' ya missin' the message that I stress I'm a pistol pissin' on people Lethal off tha meter Comin' off tryin'a lock this game down like North Korea So hot when I spark get caught with gonorrhea I don't wanna be you I just wanna see you die in fear this year I'm tryin'a make it clear grow a little rich And if you try to stop me I'll expose you for it b**h [FaMo$o] Yo, the way I wreck mics might be hard for you to swallow Truth is Famo a hard act to follow Still mates who tailgate get filled with hollows I'll leave you on the strip slumped over in a pothole Wilder than a gang of vatos gettin' boracho Middle finger up at police to free Macho Bottle of hen roc fumandome un tabaco n***as couldn't live for a day in my zapatos Duck the laws long brasos, d's Donnie Brasco For movin' sticky chocolate and homie it's not Bosco Pounds of pasto titerre desde chamaquo Ringin' timbres and your bloque I'm la quianto FaMo$o qui tiando and won't stop pigando Hot like quevando y yo soy el que mando Attaquando mah fire no one apagando Explotando y lo tuyo ya se esta acabando [Nutso] Yo cut ya body up put it in Hefty bags leave 'em By the Harlem River next to some homeless n***as that's sleepin' Nutso be creepin', Queens mah heathen Rep it and breathe it I cut you you bleedin' That's word all my pop's semen I mean it Dominican demon robbin' couples at beaches Bonin' b**hes on the bleachers got 'em drinkin' easy Jesus Holdin' heaters like it's back in the days Yeah, speak on it n***a [Nutso] [FT] These are the words of a veteran Marijuana's my medicine It's a honor to be alive I don't care who I'm betta than I don't care if you betta than me I'm still relevant Even though it's competitive up is something I'll never give In the lab developin' flows that's elegant Eatin' like a polar bear, sh**tin' like an elephant Now I get to smoke my bud instead of sellin' it Out in Australia at the beach pettin' pelicans Y'all so delicate, go hard you betta get Out my way, I eat with the predicates Speak to the deadliest, sleep with the s**iest Chicks you ever seen in ya life Don't bet against a brotha like me Because I might be The next Malcolm X or another Spike Lee Came a long way from Timbs and white tees To drivin' all day in a Benz with 20 g's on me [Bekay] I rip for now, I rip for past dates Rip it for elementary high school and all my other cla**mates I rip it for this, yeah I rip it for that I spit on yo b**h and take a sh** on yo track I rip it from dusk til dawn What the f** you want I rip it till the lust is gone And half these s*uts is on my nuts I rip it for the barber givin' fly cuts Try us, wind up in your own private pine bus Get it? I rip it long as my tongue can spit I rip it like a chick wit braces who be s**in' dick I rip it till all the lyrics'll sync up I rip sh** like bein' on the toilet but yo a** just clenched up I rip mics what you kids like? Rip it for white, black and Puerto Rican kids on Nostrand in a fistfight A little bro rip it, you pricks got no soul Introducing the future of hip-hop it's Dov [Dov] I been waitin' too long to move on You fools wrong And I don't even spit on tracks, I f**in' chew songs Hip-hop's newborn Forced to do my chores You want me to stop & ignore that this game's been stop short Or, you can get on your knees like a who*e Use common thoughts and f**in' thank God I was born Cause I resurrect to life what you think ain't likely And my rap tests have more checks than a store full of Nikes Started off a mystery Turns out my mouth is dirtier Than a pedophile's internet history Pissed to see that sh**'ll be just gettin' worse If I don't get to work and transform what I live to be Cookin' up what I see fit to feed Who knew that a kid could lead This new generation – 'bout to make history A rapper, you not one – I'm headed to the top, son You more off target than Dick Cheney wit a shotgun [Flo] It's from the valley of people that's bein' managers Cause you got betta stamina, time to feed 'em to wolves You think you betta? Go 'head put up the cheddah We rock parties hardbody when we're better for fold DB let's get it started and let it bang harder Teen shorties playboy brothers like Club Shuttah My name's Flo – I spit a though that'll travel through you And make your body wiggle and jiggle like fake b**bs Never fake moves – we make music, we make tunes Hey DJ, shut up or I'll make 'em pull off they shoes I'm a bad man wit bad plans -you understand? Feel me when I tilt my hat and shake hands I'm a preacha – Mr. Hypeman nice to meet ya, greet ya Wit heat that be beatin' from speakas You'll be rumblin' rumblin' tumblin' tumblin' stumblin' stumblin' Til the light's black go on now [151 Proof] I got a b**h named Belinda Born in December On vacation, she'll be gone til' November Met her on the first Monday of September Labor Day - long hair with a short temper She left that Friday but we hung out Tuesday And I f**ed her on Thursday I'm just that smooth – ay! Wednesday I was wit this b**h named Kim Blake My slim thing checked my phone a lot but she spend change This little fine b**h got vexed and broke my jack Because me and Belinda be textin' Before that she took my number down and called her Like we ever meet prepare yourself to sleep wit orca Young beef popped up Halloween And caused a scene Like the one in back of the Bada Bing Anyway they fought cause I got caught but bet me If either of them dumb who*es left me That's pimpin' [Climax] I am everything these rappers ain't I spit in ways that these rappers can't Flow hit 'em harder than a can of paint I get money like I'm in a bank But I don't work behind the counter I'm robbin' that sh** wit a shank Marine Park - 304 Chain Gang We got yo b**h takin a fist, hard day Yeah, that's how these mothaf**as roll now 25 years old now out they f**in' skulls now I guess the liquor and the d** really got to 'em Cause the way they put it down they are not human We ride around with our music really loud Doin' 90 down a 25 floatin' off the ground Cause I'm higher than I ever been I'm in the basement mixin' up the medicine – c**aine and h**n That is the dope rush - would you like a teaspoon? Have you walkin' on the sun starin' at a green moon It's f**in' scary ain't it - a picture I could paint it Tryin' to get up off the curb like I'm Larry David Drinkin' that Henny Black, drivin' in the Cadillac TC droppin' me off to see some chick I mack Adored by the mother, the daughter think I love her I f** her and sell weed to the little brother Shout out to Pretty Fred The next motherf**er sayin' my name won't get a verse he'll be f**in' dead

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