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boss hogg outlawz - freestyle (track 3) lyrics

[talking]
run it, the heavy weight champ of the flows is back
killa n-gg-, act like you know me sucker, hey

[kyleon]
i’m the reason, n-gg-z caps is leaking
why a lot of hard mc’s, raps are weaking
i’m killa that’s right, n-gg- live in the flesh
and the raps that i rap, mo’ live than the rest
consistent flow spitter, a consistent hoe hitter
plus i stay in mash mode, cause i’m a consistent go-getter
do’ like a grocery store, what you want paper or plastic
i don’t have to recycle raps, like paper or plastic
i got so many flows, i just might lose a few
saying a rhyme two times, what i choose to do
but doing that is somp’n, you have to pay dues to do
got so many hard raps, n-gg-z might confuse a few
since havin’ thangs dropped, n-gg-z been mad as f-ck
he keeps spitting hits, that got them n-gg-z sad as f-ck
if i stop rapping, you might be glad as f-ck
but i’m not, so right now your -ss is stuck what
like crazy glue, stuck to your pants
boys spinning my flow, like it’s stuck to a fan
i’m what them white boys jamming, in that outpart stuck your man
and you can’t take it from him, cause it’s stuck to his hand
i demand, some f-cking respect round here
if it’s wrong, you better get it correct round here
cause we known for keeping b-tches, in check round here
with a flow or the 8, and a tech down here

[sir daily]
it’s the raw hogg, under boss back in the do’
hitting you where it hurt, while i’m attacking a flow
you see me in them streets, you know i’m packing a fo’
with a sack of that dro, trying to mack at your hoe
a young rich n-gg-, with his mind on paper
drop dolla signs on you, if you’re trying to hate us
n-gg-, cause i go liver than you
no line is true, what you got i multiply it to two
cause i’ma hustle mo’ harder, with stacks at steak
i break the microphone, with raps that’s great
i blow that sticky green, like masking tape
and illegal money makers, with cash to make
i flip that candy blue, with gl-ss that skate
now knock your b-tch down, just ask your date
n-gg- i left her mouth, with a nasty taste
them outlawz on top, you n-gg-z last in place, daily

[talking]
n-gg-, it’s like that i feel you daily
boyz-n-blue, it’s c. ward motherf-cker
you already know who, n-gg- peep this here

[chris ward]
for the 0-4, i’m the new year’s resolution
hazardous also, my force filthy as pollution
n-gg-z swearing that they real, but it’s all ammusing
cause they act and look real, but it’s all an illusion
when they talk about my music, they say you possess
a type of style that shows, you are truly blessed
i got a nationwide delivery, like ups
and when in the booth, is like a first grader school recess
i just have a lot of fun, with the beat
it’s cold out here in this world, so i gotta run with the heat
and i don’t trust no n-gg-z, cause most of ’em is shesity
the only one i ever believe in, is the lord jesus christ
plus his game ain’t nothing nice, it’s a mess in my eyes
but i’m still living, so really it’s a blessing in disquise
and if this rapping don’t pay off, i’ma really f-ck up
whatever or whoever, and more foes gon get stuck up
and i’m going for the rappers, that always talk trill in they music
act real in they music, so people can feel they music
old rappers new rappers, it don’t matter
golf clubs and baseball bats, will make they bones shatter
i’m the new threat to this industry, and society
artists around here envy me, and they try to be
me, just listen they recycling rhymes
and half of the time, these n-gg-z recycling mine’s
they take a little from everybody, and recycle they lines
now that’s what you call, a recyclable shine
they just wanna be like a n-gg-, cause i’m c. ward baby
and when they hoes see me sh-t, they go c. ward crazy
they rub and hug a n-gg-, say they love a n-gg-
and they stand there frowning, and mean mugging a n-gg-
but it’s all cool, cause when i walk up to ’em
and look ’em in they eyes, they be like what’s up my n-gg-

[slim thug]
last but not least, it’s the boss kapish
and n-gg-z better shut they mouth, and -ss when i speak
i’m a good six years strong, and still at my peak
a lot of n-gg-z came and gone, cause they trash and weak
i worked up from a rookie, to the boss of my click
that’s why these big mouth p-ss-es, can’t floss what i get
n-gg-z talk big trash, n-gg-z swear they got cash
n-gg-z swear to god they hard, when they get a note pad
the rap game today, is so sad
cause rap lanes today, is so sad
they quick to tell a n-gg-, how they so bad
but they never own a gun, and they lie with they hoe -ss
‘face ain’t never wore a mask, never been on the block
don’t know the difference from a brick, or a fifty pack rock
please stop with your tales, you n-gg-z ain’t been to jail
you only did a couple hours, for some tickets in a cell
now you claim you so gangsta, you really so w-nksta
when the sh-t hit the fan, you gon back down ain’t you
no thank you, your service is not needed
now b-tch get the f-ck from round here, before you get heated

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