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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,471
Peak in subgenre #238
Author
Frost
Rights
EBC
Uploaded
February 09, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 1.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
The mic must be blessed if you tryin to contest
And my whole rhyme style, designed like the best
I got the razor blade set, aligned with ya neck
Disect your body pull ya spine out ya chest
Forget all that deep shit I'm on some street shit
My whole team dirty as the home team's cleats get
Peep shit, keep shit, clean and on the low
Reminder let ya know that you reap what you sow
So if you got dough, we beatin you down
What goes around comes around but I want the money now
I got syphilis, yeah I'm so sick wit it
flip the script, bring it back, spit infinite
Get a tec, load a clip, let it rip
Reppin EastBridge, Connecticut, yea I gotta represent
This the home of mine and I'm prone to rhyme
Think I'm lyin, I wont get stoned this time?
Watch me, smoke blunts never rolled sloppy
Potent pot, B.C. and poppy
Similar to Trick Daddy takin shotties
Smokin aint a habit its a hobby
And there's no way you can stop me
Excuse me, this blunt really got me
I'm plottin' on coppin' I got a few options
Hopped in the whip, and drove to the projects
Quarters and halves that I can make back as fast
As I collect the cash, and then I'm takin' it back
'Cause once it's weighed out, I'm flippin' it quick
I worked my way up from a dub to a brick
Eastbridge reppin' hard that's how we get down
Dark hearted from the start, we aint fuckin around
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