Stretch Armstrong Freestyles

歌詞

Stretch Stretch (Whassup sup?) I'm tryin' to figure out a way to start this rhyme off You ain't got no ideas? (nah) Aight, I'll start it like this (aight) Check it, yo Fuck, you! (haha) I'm all nuts, no glory You're walkin' now but nigga what's the story? You better, duck when I go boom, 'cause suckers bore me And yeah, I probably hate Tommy Boy as much as Nore do Who the best? Eminem, Jigga or Nas? 'Cause when it comes lottery time, that spot'll be mines You takin' the throne is under the bridge And yeah, you might be +Ready to Die+ but none of you big So, you've been dared to listen 'Til the fiercest rhythm'll spit air condition glitter and wrist cool Fuck doom, I don't age Cut "Boom" up loud and see a mushroom cloud on stage Do the math, four knuckles'll give you six months And, you niggaz is so pussy you make my dick jump (ha ha) I don't wish to be king, I'll pass the throne Whatever shines too bright shines half as long I don't kiss hoes, I only put my lips on a cup Pee-wee niggaz, go somewhere and piss on your nuts (ha ha) God gave me this life, and if he decides to envy and give me I'm takin the flow of the century with me Oh, so if you feel insane, and want a war Reality check, you not ready, your soldiers is still in trainin' A bunch of hundreds that'll read the menu We run tabs with receipts sayin' to be continued And bully niggaz this is your day Meet me at the flagpole so you can hit me in my fists with your face And snitch niggaz is common as E-Bay wear Uhh, give the cops more alerts than DJ Red I got the blood of a dead soldier, on my palms And the scent of yo' bitch lingerin' on my fingertips And you niggaz is deep, I got a deep barrel that'll blaze So fuck deep, the deep shall lay in a shallow grave For you deep niggaz. (Stretch Armstrong is now in your world) Yo, I determine what time it's on, I call my nigga Proof Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose! I'm tired of you new jacks I'm tired of niggaz sayin they bout to blow 'Less you a bitch, I don't care if you bout do that Move back, youngster, the glock gon' speak Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat! The street, continuous to pit, too quick to smash ya Or flash the clip, or give you the picture develop The click clock, six shots blows through another door And it gets hot, this Hip-Hop Quotable tug of war Who did ya niggaz beats you bitches, who made it work? That shit was, I got harder two way alerts You get toe-up and re-torn, by the walkin' bomb That I blow up and re-form, grow up then reborn Told you I'm a star that's gon' live forever Servin' life sentence and get out and go to the bar So nigga take blat! I gotta go to the car Blat, oh blat! I gotta throw it in 'park' The iron'll wet ya, the Mausberg pump With the buckshots shells'll turn a nigga into Chinese Checkers I don't even start writin' 'til I'm on my third fifth That's what you get, when Beat miners meet the Wordsmiths Uh, every time I go out, I cop somethin' new Every time I throw this right hand I knock somethin' loose Who the fuck think they can see me? Might as well Call the wife and tell her you're not comin' home and to take it easy My guns don't shoot, they woof! At them sissy-ass niggaz type to accidentally shoot they foot Desert Eagle too big for you bitch-ass niggaz Soft-ass palms, can't take the kickback niggaz And you wonder why they suckin' my dick Or why I keep a suitcase with a hundred grand handcuffed to my wrist Or why the watch could possibly make you lose your sight blinkin' On the wrist, lookin' like halogen hazard lights blinkin' Royce five nine in this bitch About to sprinkle gunfire on any snitch Now who the fuck want it, bitches? Yeah, uhh, uhh