Tweedy Bird Loc - Outta Here lyrics

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Tweedy Bird Loc - Outta Here lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Leak] Yo Kris, you was hard now you're real soft You sold out to the white man, fool and I'm pissed off Real mad cuz you diss the G's Sayin gangsta rap won't last? b**h, please! Freeze while I go and get my Tec-9 Busting caps on your a** till you learn to respect mine I don't give a f** about the East Coast Come close, get knocked on your a** with the right blow To your motherf**in chin and neck Chin checking on you b**hes till you give us respect And I can see that you like them fat hoes And like Toucan Sam you got a big nose See, you used to bust caps now you're yelling "Peace!" But I'ma stay strong balling with my khakis Kris, yeah fool, that's how we do it on the new year The West Coast is up on thangs and y'all outta here [Hook: Fo' Clips] Outta here! (Tweed got his chrome I say yo it's on) You motherf**ers outta here! You're outta here (Tweed got his chrome I say yo it's on) You motherf**ers outta here! (Tweed got his chrome I say yo it's on) [Verse 2: OYG Red Rum 781] Y'all pissing me off trying to get us lost in the system I gotta twist 'em and I don't need for me to listen, peep The East Coast is crooked as a squiggly line I rep gangsta cause gangsta was on my mind I need the life I live like a D-O-G F-U-C-K the NYC, you know who I be It's Redrum, coming from the wicked west coast Step to the flame and get turned to toast You can't come close, ease down the Yellow Brick Road We keep on bangin and slangin thangs, as if you did not know time to show and tell so heed the words that I speak Rap city play the same sh** four times a week I tweak like a s**er maniac I don't care Guess what, you punk b**h? You up outta here! [Hook] [Verse 3: Silkski] The Fresh Prince stacker's busting caps loading clips trigger fiending today this n***a popping my check But n***as call me s**er when I'm known as hit and run hitting ditches Flipping switches, dropping smoke filled guns Lyrical impact, fools would get jacked Rolling twenty deep, yeah n***a it's like that Boom, shake the room, n***a not hardly a Prince is a b**h n***a, you a lollipop s**er, punk motherf**er, now find your a** a rock to crawl under b**h, you are outta here [Verse 4: Tweedy Bird Loc] This goes to all you muthafuccas that's against gangsta rap: I hope you and your mommas have a muthafuccin heart attacc And you goddamn right! I said it, b**h! Tweedy Bird Loc is bacc, talkin much more sh** And if you don't like it, succ my muthafuccing dicc But I'mma continue to kicc this sh** how I see it Cause knowledge is gained through experience fools And we can only rap about sh** we done been through And that's what you muthafuccas don't understand If I was livin like Alice I would be rapping about Wonderland But I ain't So why should I try to rap fictional b**h, when I can't can't? Cuz when it comes to this gangsta rap sh** Mary just ain't Poppins b**h So now it's time to me to flip the scrip So I can check this b**h, that's trying to trip Cause only n***as that's real Would diss a fake a** muthafucca yo at will Yeah, KRS, you muthafuccin None I hope you don't still think you rank number one Cause it's my turn I got a valuable lesson, that YOU MUST LEARN Cuz you's a fuccin fool So save them goddamn sermons for Sunday School Cuz I don't wanna hear your a** preach rappin b**h So you can miss me with that hypocritical bullsh** And this is my philosophy You sometiming a** muthafuccas just k** me Cause at first you was Criminal Minded, punk And now you mouthing off at the mouth with that junk Talking about gangsta rap is up outta here But you can s** a fat baby's dicc, you fuccin queer Cause you pissing me the f** off So take your sleek stacd bacc to the land of the lost With the rest of them hypocrites That's claiming that they used to be from the streets, b**h Like Fat Ass Joe and Vanilla Ice Everlast, MC Serch and that punk Pete Nice 1994 is the gangster's year, so all you lollipop rappers Get the fucc up outta here [Hook] [Outro: Tweedy Bird Loc] Fucc The South Bronx! KRS-None, you're outta here! Ultraf*gnetics, you're outta here! Queen Dyke-Tifah, you're outta here! Lucy Campbell, you're outta here! Fucc The Poison a** Clan, you're outta here! Tim muthafuccin Frog, your punk a** is outta here

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