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(feat. Chalie Boy) [talking] DJ Bull, Dirty 3rd Records, Freestyle Kingz FK2K3, all freestyles, this how it go down Dirty South style, right now I'ma unleash the Kingz What's up [Hook] Put your hands up, when D3 come through When we standing face to face, what you gonna do Put your hands up, when D3 come through If you make one move, then your ass is screwed You wanna box I'll swang, say bitch I'll fight If you miss with the left, then catch him with the right You wanna box I'll swang, say bitch I'll fight Break him down like a fraction, if he got a lot of hype [Big Ake] See you might see me with a gun in my hand, dangerous man Get pissed off start tripping, and go bust in your clan What in the fuck these niggaz thinking, when they mention my name Did I mention I will swang, and fuck up your brain When I rap I spit flames, so the mic gon burn Knock a nigga ass out, then tell your partna you turned Dunk a hater in gasoline, just like a shirt Letras de cancionesFire him up like a blunt, then smoke one when he burn It's my term best believe, I gotta live my dream Get the head up at all time, I got high self esteem And nan nigga can take it, like my nuts is here I spit shit for your brain, so listen good with your ear And I ain't playing with this track, I know you niggaz can tell I'm like a nerd there go the class, I just can't fail Been about having money, and that shit that bling My rhymes addictive, they leave fans begging like fiends [Hook] [Lil Sho] Fuck Uncle Sam, I don't pay no taxes Beat his ass so bad, his funeral was closed casket If Ake box then I box, if I box then Redd box With all these hard hitters, somebody ass gon get dropped Don't hate on my click, cause we all ball Get your ass racked up, like a set of pool balls Leave you hanging in a tree, thirty feet above the ground The paramedics gon need a ladder, just to get your ass down Fucking with me, get your ass beat up Throw a nigga in the trunk, and crank the beat up If I pull out my guns, I'll make you put the heat up Put a hole in your ass, your partna's scared to speak up Knock you one more time, your heart rate speed up The newspaper where you at, now people read up Now my work is done, time to fire the weed up Everybody know the youngster, Lil Sho's g'd up [Hook] [Sir Coop] It's Sir Coop-a, nigga I'm a thug recruiter Go scarring full of niggaz, that ain't scared to shoot you Go on strike if you like, cause this snake gon rattle If it's beef in the Tex, it better be cattle Trying to stop my blow, if your nuts hang low Cause real thugs get down on the flo', and I'm a pro Big Wide on the drama, the peace I kept But niggaz steady talking shit, trying to boost they rep DSR holla back, if you feel this shit I got a plan for them haters, so let's make this hit I'm a G, bitch you don't believe gonna see Not a thing for the 3, to have you got in these streets Ain't no need to run son, cause you gon get chased Pull my pistol like Marcus, I'll color your face Now who the fuck it's gon be, partna you or me My niggaz answer that shit (C double O-P) [Hook] [Chalie] I'm not a warrior, but bitch I'll fight Your sight may seem bright, until I bite your light The rap game to run from, from your stepson Get endorsement checks, before I wreck or step on The crack the weapon, I pack in a black coat Leaving you caught up like a nut, in the back of a fat coat That's a bad joke, but no disrespect No discrimination for people, play me in they deck I came to wreck this crew, boys done pissed me Off, for thinking I'm some kind of fucking sissy I suggest you tell, your mama don't miss the News, leaving your child abused, burnt and crispy Beep beep between those, that beef with me OG CB, you hoes won't see me One on one, I'll just love to squab you son Or should I say honey bun, you broads is done [Hook] [talking] That's how it go down, Freestyle Kingz Don't push the Freestyle Kingz holla at us 936-293-5448, hit us on the website biatch From Letras Mania