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ceeingee - street rap lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m the combination of the rap and whack
i’m the one who’s f-ckin’ rubbish to the core but the sore my mind gets the more i rap about paink!llers
i’ll pick up a gun to shoot myself with it, sh-t, i am good when i spit
i think that, when it get’s worse
i stand in the corner of the street, k!ll a hoe and steal her purse
run into a store, put the cashier at gunpoint after i steal the money
i do it my own way, i’ve seen through the day
i’m totally crazy, the loony that’ll k!ll you with a pencil
stab ya hand with it, i’ve took time to rhyme you off your seat
i’ll listened to a beat with a mate, he’s the clean slate mate who said he’ll move to us and live in the california state
[hook]
this is the street rap, for those who rap on the street
in a tunnel rappin’ into the echo, make ya battle for money yo
who’s gonna win this thousand pounds, this is the street rap
[verse 2]
don’t compare me to sid, he’s now dead so there
i k!lled him, put him at his end
all the rap in the rhythm and when i get drugs and my friends want some
i give them a couple of pills, kick a junkie
wake up in the morning, turn my tv on
listen to the radio, sit back and listen to all the good songs i liked before i liked hip-hop
old or not, i still like the songs
i’ll even listen to some abba, david bowie and earth, wind and fire
in the street when i rap walkin’ down to my house
not much people notice but some do
i like to rap to myself when i take a walk, i even lip sync too
it gives me confidence and not a lot of people will do it because they afraid they may look stupid
[hook]
this is the street rap, for those who rap on the street
in a tunnel rappin’ into the echo, make ya battle for money yo
who’s gonna win this thousand pounds, this is the street rap
[verse 3]
blow me a gun
tellin’ yall to run
put it on, heed it
throwin’ bricks, talkin’ sh-t, and hockin’ spit
is what my friends said when i turned my head
see these round here they can raise the dead
looking like stalagmites, hanging off my lips
across state lines, but loose lips sank ships
make money and die that’s the scottish way
f-ck what you other hoes say, you be dykin’ anyway
fake friends half-steppin, i’m stressin, and some question
lettin’ his mid-section, control his direction
invention of rap is the best, thanks dj kool herc
you d-mn cool guy, i wanna befriend you and say that you’re my guy
you are the greatest, put on those breaks and get it going man
[hook]
this is the street rap, for those who rap on the street
in a tunnel rappin’ into the echo, make ya battle for money yo
who’s gonna win this thousand pounds, this is the street rap

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