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a-game – the b-town cypher lyrics

[verse 1] (a-game)
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ beast on a beat
i’m a feast on your flesh ’till the day you deceased
we be grinding like your t–th in your sleep on these streets
we ain’t putting down the mic until the day we rest in peace
masked vilin, zoo crew, a-game put it down
you other rappers should work at a circus, cause we make you look like clowns
fans gather round when we spit on a beat
far from snitches we gon’ say it loud: f-ck the police
please, we the illest k!llas fresh out of the zoo
we some masked vilins and you know we coming after you
you are insignificant like a tear drop in the rain
we don’t wear necklaces because we off of the chain
we be sick and insane, make your b-tch give us brain
your girl’s our sl-t make her scream, she’s in pain
we don’t keep with lames, f-ck all you tattle-tale b-tches
cause we all know that st-tches are for the mothaf-ckin snitches

[verse 2] (bird)
k!lling the beats, we out the zoo i am me, but who are you?
money see monkey do, you want beef? i want beef too
chemicals i’m spitting, melting everything in vision
it’s a lesson i be teaching cl-ss in session, grab a pencil
a-game, zoo crew, masked vilin this is all i do
i’m a rap ’till i die, but this ain’t nothing new
if you want it? come and get it i got aim like a lieutenant
one shot the whole game’s finished in a minute

[verse 3] (putter)
call me an octopus cause i’m mad armed
when you hear that gun sound, you might be alarmed
and i f-ck with the hoes just like i’m farming
f-ck with me i’m like the swat team about to charge in
let me get it started, this beat’s old school; atari
split the gar, call it departing
you need to get your sh-t straight, parallel parking (uh yeah)
out there hating, cause your money’s falling
catch me balling, smoking blunts chilling at parties
compared to masked vilin and a-game you’re sorry
zoo crew take your -ss on a safari
no kidding, we strapped up just like an army

[verse 4] (c2)
i’m something like a k!lla when i be up on a track
i’ll turn your f-cking head around and make you face your back
i put my pistol to your head, now you scared why is that?
cause you a scary b-tch and that’s a proven fact
you always f-cking running, can you tell me why is that?
cause i am the dog and you are the cat
my swag is so fly it got me looking like a jet
so don’t walk up on a vet i’ll leave your body soak and wet
drenched in your own blood i make the low waters flood
drain it out like a tub, i’m getting nasty like some mud
but i’m bout to switch it up, and i’m a do it like this
my last name is riddle and my first name is chris
and you can call me c2 cause that’s who it is
i’m repping masked vilin, 941 to the fullest
dodging all these f-cking haters like a bulletproof vest
i’m a stop playing round, cause my verse is bout to end, look!

[verse 5] (d.ship)
hop up in this b-tch with the whole crew
that’s swoozoo, quick to k!ll f-ck n-ggas just like you!
we don’t play around in my f-cking town
n-ggas hit you with the steel one time and lay you f-cking down
if you wanna see some real sh-t, come around my way
i’m a sn-tch your girl up with put and leave her tame
you think i’m f-cking playing?
my crew’s never starving, stay strapped like an army
and we putting beats to rest, d.ship’s the best
come on zoo, let’s put the thc in the chest

[verse 6] (a-game)
after hearing how we spit, you’ll need a therapist, dr. phil
everybody’s sleeping on us, overstock of seroquele
b-tch n-ggas they know the deal, knowing that we all are real
talking sh-t to us is when your mothaf-ckin’ life get’s sealed
wanna rap battle? please, pick the time and place
we’ll make you catch a fade and leave you deader than mysp-ce
hah, “a place for friends” more like a place for your end
better watch what you say or in a grave you’ll descend
telling little kids that violence is the answer
we keep it sick and filthy like our f-cking name was cancer

[verse 7] (bird)
rhymes are tight like a cameltoe, sweet like a cantaloupe
blowing on the flamest smoke, you bring the blunts? i roll the dro
try and stop me once i go, i’m rolling on e you know?
try me wrong i’ll pull a gun and put a bullet in your dome
fo sho! it’s the bird mothaf-cka!
i be going hard in this mothaf-cka!
middle fingers up to the jury and the judge
fresh off the papers i’m a smoke me a fat one
to the dome, lean in my styrofoam
speed dial bad b-tches on my cell phone
now what it is, now that i’m with your b-tch
she give me dome, catches loads and don’t even spit!
swagged out in the diamonds like gucci mane
hop on a track, i’m a go waka flame
in the sky, n-gga f-ck a parachute
gimme the loot, gimme the loot, please don’t make me shoot
get back, get back, when you hear the shots pop
x on your head, you gon’ get your dome knocked

[verse 8] (putter)
masked vilin, a-game, & zoo crew
make you get live in the booth, f-ck you wanna do?
ain’t got no point to prove, poppin bottles, drinking booze
never will we ever lose, and moves they lead to doom
eat some shrooms, time to get trippy
put the barrel to your mouth if you trying to get lippy
chilling with your girl and we both feeling tipsy
and i always stay smoked out like a hippie

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