C'mon, yeah. 2000. This song is dedicated to all the real MC's. You know who ya'll is. Yeah. So that's why I got to back. Back into time when niggas could really rhyme. You know back in the day when we rhyme.
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I got to take you back into time, time, time when niggas could really rhyme/ Hey yo' I got take you back into time when niggas could really rhyme (C'mon yeah... ThugLine)
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Hey yo' ThugLine official whistle blowin' grissle showin' you say they can't fuck with the radar once the missle flown/ Hit's direct, my spirits connect/ I love when I gets direct, not mobile but with the vocal/ Whatever nigga/ Lungs, Ones, and Guns/ However it's supposed to get, it's gon' get like that for funds/ And funds would it be runnin' into me and I'm a tackle you like ho's in a drunk drivers car, all ya'll is mac-able/ Cause drinkin' and drivin' is like thinkin' and divin' into a waterless pool, I outta just "Ooh" whatever/ Not cause I can cauze I will, trust and fill as I discuss with skill and turn my bust to build/ I get deeper than deep, put the Grim Reaper to sleep in a dream about givin' life instead of takin' my peeps/ The brain, roll, sleeps alert/ Keep the Reaper from tryin' to hurt and all drama will divert...
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(C'mon c'mon) They be riled screamin' we out lets try tomorrow/ You should know it ain't none of them just like it ain't no borrow/ Only thing of mine you can hold is my coffin spot/ Lettin' niggas slide don't happen that often I truthfully, you for me, nigga you answer that/ Everybody screamin' "The Bricks" cause they know what chance they had, hmm/ Now that's some neighberhood shit/ The label could get deadly from the medoly they steadily spit/ Heavily equipt cause somebody got to fall/ Just cause you got a crossover don't mean you could really raw/ If you got a shot, will you take a shot? and will you make a shit? Nigga, real is real and fake is not/ you know what I tell a girl, you with it? Down/ I hit her then I split/ And what you fuckin' with? there ain't no protection/ Everybody wanna be down but that's the wrong direction (What? Uh, uh)
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The first two verses I was playin'/ While you nursin' your wounds from the verbal slayin' I know you on your knees playin'/ I don't ever focus my attention cause if you mention me, the mentions of triple Mc's is tripled permanently/ Learn it for free cause the next time might cost you more than you can afford/ But by then we lost you/ That ass then got casted/ Split up to three; Me, your maker. and your motherfuckin' kid to be/ No frontin' everything I'm statin' I'm backin'/ You niggas ain't packin' shit but suitcases, I shoot aces/ The first to burst gets it worse and then by that time your whole squad is in reverse and the whole reason's ThugLine/ The last to try ya drawn, deadly risk, evidently miss and that's why we reminisce about the niggas who ain't here/ Campaign to clear a picture/ Like I tell a pack of rubbers, I hope you know I'm fuckin' with you