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cell - little lion - bullies pt. 2 lyrics

(intro chorus)
they run the ‘ville’, that’s what they told me
(really? what did you do?) spit in their face and say “b-tch, show me”
but they don’t wanna f-ck…..
(skip the chorus for now, i’m going in)

(verse 1: cell)
them n-ggas scared, n-gga we got ’em scared
we dared them to reply and they couldn’t say a word
always on my video blogging their comments
they don’t wanna step in the ring, so they stay on the fence
– but in their defense: they never stood a chance, so it only made sense
if bpm’s the best, then no one else is alive
we spitted in their face, and ain’t n0body replied

oh my.. these n-ggas must be losing their vision
taking over the town was like a smooth transition, yeah
“arm out the window, through the city i maneuver slow
c-ck back, snap back, see my cut through the holes..”
that was word to the jigga man
they retreat, i didn’t even have to pull a trigger man
d-mn! look at us homie, we winning
ain’t ready for the chorus, b-tch i’m only beginning

hey! bruce! your lyrics and your flow is where the proof is
the only thing you came up with was a bunch of excuses:
(“bullies’ was whack. the recording wasn’t perfect
why’d you put the lyrics on the screen, my ears’ working”)
he’s popping off from the mouth like he got more clips
man, he talks so much, you figured he got four lips- lil’ b-tch
and now we know for sure they were bluffing
we say we run the ‘ville’ and ain’t n0body say nothing

(chorus)
they run the ‘ville’, that’s what they told me
(really? what did you do?) spit in their face and say “b-tch, show me”
but they don’t wanna f-ck with me
all they do is talk, so we call them britney

(verse 2: cell)
i’m hot boy, i told you i’m hot boy
i’m the crude combination of biggie and pac boy
mixed with lauryn, em, and jigga the roc boy
we the bullies that’ll come and take over your block boy
we be k!lling ’em with singing and bars
the lions run mandeville, the city is ours
blu rok sent threats, they dont know what we’re about
they warn us not to ever call their names out of our mouths
(what?) blu rok, blu rok, blu rok!
why you think you that special? blu rok, blu rok!
vindon you shoulda think twice before you start yapping
can someone tell me when did the smurfs start rapping?
there ain’t no f-cking with us- no lyrical intercourse
no remorse on the mic when i reign down the holocaust
the lions look around for compet-tion, there’s none
man, i’m wasting my time on these cowards, i’m done
cranick!

(cranick)
we took over the game with ease
my flows leave the mic minus 100 degrees, bpm freeze
-hicups- excuse me, my flows got the hiccup
all you n-ggas is p-ssy, and still can’t get my d-ck up
you watch my flows, then blog, then quit
all you n-ggas sensitive like my girl’s cl-t
i’m f-cking beats up like p-ssy that’s warm
if i wanted to battle b-tches, i woulda call up your moms

- cell lyrics

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