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ar-ab – biggie freestyle lyrics

[verse]
before rap i used to scr+pe the pot
baking soda helped me make it lock
i keep a shooter when i make a drop
he smoke n+ggas then he makes a loss
underground on the floor and it’s all yours
you n+ggas only gangster when your law gone
my n+gga uzi got a uzi and he all for it
you staying over, n+gga shoot it till it’s all gone
got the shooters on the block and they’re starving
if i want you dead, i’ll put your head on an auction
kick your girl door in and say “call him”
i done made cold k!llers say “sorry”
m charge but my dawg took the case for me
he came home, i had a razor and a plate for him
you never trap, you just ball off case money
i’d rather a n+gga take my life before he take from me
my first run was on a block full of crackheads
it hurt when you see an opp in the masjid
let the best man get the drop, who the fastest?
i hit the car with the wap till it crashes
i told my girl “i’ma change” but the rent due
so i put fourteen on a six+two
i took k on a leash, he a pit bull
he’d probably catch ten bodies if he get loose
i’m around darien, i’m the man there
you n+ggas gotta pay a tax if you land there
n+ggas hungry, they’ll k!ll you for a sandwich
he will blow your head off and then stand there
i be around n+ggas that rob rappers
same n+ggas get scared when i stop laughing
put my life on a beat, this is not rapping
yeah i got shot but that n+gga died after
lo and i used to sleep in the broke car
then go and save our life in a coke jar
you acted tough for a line but i know y’all
my young bull hold the stick like mozart
since twelve i was a mess dawg
watching my dad clean his tec off
you ever seen oil drop when you weigh soft?
shoot a box then come back where i left off
i feel like the world owe me, n+gga pay now
don’t shoot hoops, we’ll shoot the whole playground
i was ten first time i seen a n+gga k!lled
he got hit close range with a trey pound
my dawg got locked and i post bail
he came home and wore a wire to my coke sale
then we took the pliers to his toenails
in the state i got respect from the whole jail
trading war stories in the state yard
my little cousin bizzy got a graveyard
he don’t even know how many times i saved jawns
them n+ggas say they’re beating philly, i guess i’m ray charles

- ar ab lyrics

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