| TaLL T "Bring It To The Streets" (Talking) Alot of people tell me i'm juss sum cracker tryin to be black, a lot of people tell me i'm juss sum pale ass ghost tryin ta rap, a lot of people tell me i'm nothin and wont amount to shit, so to all yall mutha fuckers lets bring dis shyt to the streets... I'm a lil fuckin whitey, small as dat lil bitch ass from da movie da Mighty, iight see, im the fenition of beef starter, if you wanna catch my tracks you bess work harder, how many times have you said you gunna whoop my ass?, make my body disfuntional blood drippin from my nose to the grass, everytime i say lets do dis you pass, ima never wipe the slate clean, ima always be mean, alwyas be lean, never look like charlie sheen, you mutha fuckers think ima joke, thinkin im sum kinda bitch ass das broke, im barley garbbin 5 foot 5, butt i'll still talk tha shit, throw a mad fit, shoot cho klit, kill yo krew, make ya genitals turn blue, make ya throat spew into sumthin new, 99 das number of beefs started, cuz sum muslce fuck head, step on my shoes and i said you dead, he threaten to whoop my ass after skool, but im still here, still full, ima always fight wit a tool, i can be very cruel, if you got beef ta settle make it kwik, ima go to heaven come back and still act like a dick, still lash out at the innocent, still swing on da big, i suggest you bring dis shyt to the streets.... (Chorus) Bring it to the streets, fight the innocent young, bring it to the streets, rip out they mutha fuckin tongues, bring it to the streets, they talk bout shits thats already been brung, bring it to the streets, yo body just got flung... I'm sick of bein lied to, sick of bein denied, my mom tells me to show irish pride, i had a tight friend in jersy, who died, yall claim you my friend but in the end you turn ur back on me, yall da ones dat knocked me off track, made me loose scortum skin from my sack, everyday i wake up its another page up, another day another beef, another fag, another thief, another bitch, anoter snitch, i've been played to many times thats why i aint quite around my lines, cant help was born with a lyrical sickness, do act like a asshole and show dickness, i aint got no respect fo no one, cept my krew and another few, are you an enemy or friend, tell me i got LD i dont comprehend, u got beef, den bring you ass to da streets... (Chorus) Bring it to the streets, fight the innocent young, bring it to the streets, rip out they mutha fuckin tongues, bring it to the streets, they talk bout shits thats already been brung, bring it to the streets, yo body just got flung... What if i shot you in the head, would that make me a bigger mean, or just leave you dead, i was raised listen to rap layin in my bed, i'm sick of friends turinimn to enimes, but the real truth is all yalll is just brain, not enough cock and balls, it dont come as no shock at all, bess whatch ima make yo shit fall, bess bow down begin to crawl, ima never stop beefin, ladies bess stop queffin, if deres one thing i cant stand its a fire crouch, dat shits just nasty, and lastly i cast thee, who ever told me i rappin aint a job, who ever told me i dress liek a slob, who ever told me i'd grow up inpregnat a girl at 15 and name are son bob, im not watin fer abistinece, ima be a rapist, or killa, maybe a thief, i dont care as long as i still can beef, u dont agree wit me den bring yo self to da streets... (Chorus) Bring it to the streets, fight the innocent young, bring it to the streets, rip out they mutha fuckin tongues, bring it to the streets, they talk bout shits thats already been brung, bring it to the streets, yo body just got flung... Lock and load uzi here we go, uzi is my brother not a gun dick head, wait what the hell i thoucht chu was dead, come to 8 mile round 2 AM, i hit ya wit three bullets when u was robbin da white hen, u can call me a cracker, call me a slacker, call me a fudge packer, you juss make the beef stronger, ill pencil you in to the hit list, its like the decipls of god have been sent here to me, to let me send my message that i dont care who you is, if you got a problem wit me den bring ur shit tothe streets... (Chorus) Bring it to the streets, fight the innocent young, bring it to the streets, rip out they mutha fuckin tongues, bring it to the streets, they talk bout shits thats already been brung, bring it to the streets, yo body just got flung... Bring it to the streets.... |