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Lil Cease


(feat. Busta Rhymes, G-Dep, Mr. Bristal)

[Lil Cease]
Uh, yeah
All my BK niggas, uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your macks out
All my jail niggas, maxxed out
B.I.G. niggas
Forever, nigga

What, yo, yo, yo
Nigga what, uh, my gun busts like phone numbers (uh huh)
Seven shots, tear the roof off you gold Hummer (yeah)
My shit drop, its gon do Hooty numbers
Blow Fish, Im gonna be hotter than the summer
I got bread now, niggas wonder (uh huh)
Who Im writing for, who this nigga, faggot promoter?
Im just smarter, I play my game like a hand of Poker
Its a millon in the stash, bitch, check the sofa (check the sofa)
Its two mil in the closet, on the left of the loafers (uh huh)
When I come through, niggas P.Y.P. like soldiers (yeah)
Im the type that hold dough like Tommy (Hilfiger) (uh huh)
Fuck a bitch like (Martin) then tell her its over (its over)
Kicked her out my chromed out Rover
I squeeze gats outta sonovas, Cease takin over (uh huh)
From here to North Dakota, speed bump, chrome on the roller
Like bears thats Polo, we come out when its colder

[1: Busta Rhymes]
Ey, yo (yo)
Feel the ruff (ruff)
Scandlous (lous)
The more weed smoke I puff (puff)
The more dangerous (us)

Yo (yo)
Feel the ruff (ruff)
Scandlous (lous)
The more weed smoke I puff (puff)
The more dangerous (us)
Cmon

Feel the ruff (ruff)
Scandlous (lous)
The more weed smoke I puff (puff)
The more dangerous (us)
Cmon

Yo, feel the ruff (ruff)
Scandlous (lous)
The more weed smoke I puff (puff)
The more dangerous (us)


[Mr. Bristal]
What, Cris flow ever, nigga, you know what that mean (uh)
Cock and squeeze, dont talk, when I roll in the scene
My man was yappin to this nigga, got caught up in between (tween)
That-a happen to any nigga that go against me (uh)
Do yall want beef (uh uh) or do yall want peace? (uh uh)
Yall dont really wanna see me take it to the streets (uh uh)
When we do, nigga, we get deeper than the sea (cmon)
Bodies fell, floatin way out in Tennesee (yeah)
Cant handle one, so why ask for ten of me? (uh huh)
And went up by the enemy, leave them a memory
Just like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city
There where the grimy and gritty once told by Frank Nitty
Whats the dilly? Niggas still frontin Willy
Actin like they ahead o the game
Put the four-point-six in the Range (cmon)
Itchy like wearin wool in the rain
And keep it simple nigga, but with me, its just plain
Like Eminems rhymes is rim, DJs keep spinnin them (spinnin them)
If they aint down with the fam
I aint really feelin them (I aint feelin them)
Especially if they got something to say about Cease and them (Cease and them)
So for now, with the and-one, thats how we greetin them

[Repeat 1]

[G-Dep]
I got a lot to gain, these cats playin and its not a game
It is a game but I forgot you playin (I forgot you playin)
Forgot your name, forgot your claim (uh)
But I remember when the bullets stopped your brain
And like, got your chain
Its plain simple, use your brain tissue (uh huh)
Or you could remain cripple, wishin they aint hit you (yeah)
Not inofficial, yall niggas counterfeit
Shot about seventeen natural, somethings bound to hit (huh)
Bounded with a team of shakers to see the paper
Then blow like Anita Baker, if you need it, just make it
If you need to wake up, holler
I Kiss the Girls to make them holler, make them bounce
Anything to make a dollar, yall understandin me (uh)
I just do it, I aint the one to plan it
Just hide it under the table, shit, Im underhanded (uh huh)
Perfected the nine, perfected the line (yeah)
Nasty, perfected with lime (yeah)
Busted with paper, infected with rhyme

[Repeat 1 to fade]

[Lil Cease]
Yo, yo, feel the ruff, nigga
Uh, Flipmode
Uh, Brist, my niggy
Garfield, Big Nash
All my niggas thuggin it
Feel the ruff, nigga
Uh, D-Roc
Yeah
Are you gon feel this nigga?
Told you, dont stop now

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