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celph titled - 7l freestyle lyrics

(verse 1: celph t-tled)
yeah, you godd-mn right it’s celph t-tled
the granddaddy grenade, mother f-cker
with my man 7l the devastator
this is how we do this sh-t

yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection
all types of different slices selections, the nicest
weapons from the get right reverend
wiling out on n-ggas with outlandish rage
plus i’m known to tote the iron like a spanish maid
that’s going to body you, really like straighten you out
don’t think i won’t put the barrel straight in your mouth
how many times can i write about the same old sh-t
i guess i won’t find out until y’all stop buying it
but until then it’s guns, b-tches, punch lines and human accords
there’s kids across the world to argue over computers
who’s the best? celph t-tled cause he writes heaters
caught so many bodies he should be the mvp wide receiver
i seen your chick where the groupies be
and when she’s in my bed sounding off key like lumidee
you out looking for the b-tch, all nervous and sh-t
i took her to the a-train and wrote this verse for 7l’s mix
it’s dangerous to play the role of a gangster
when you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters
suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier
southside will flatten you like steam rollers

(verse 2: big scoob)
unh hunh, big scoob baby
aka johnny mother f-cking famous
brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters

i f-ck hoes, dimes, b-tches in they prime
hood rat chickens who ain’t got one dime
don’t give a f-ck if you swole
i fill you with holes
n-ggas will think you’re kwame
from the dots in your clothes
with a chain in your rhyme
wrist that don’t shine
n-ggas want to be jigga but ain’t got one dime
everybody hot, everybody pop glock
man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop
i kick real sh-t, brownsville on the hill sh-t
big scoob, trend setters, something you can feel sh-t
i spray your block like graffiti, what
and wait for 5-0 to get an autographed cd
none of y’all n-ggas spit lines like these
i’ll have your b-tch yelling please hercules, hercules
its war, it’s like you a dead man walking
trend setters tired of you b-tch n-ggas talking

(verse 3: terra)
unnh, terra, new sh-t, ha ha
ay yo, there come a time
when everything must change
when y’all gotta stop selling the f-ck out
that time is right now

you better ask about me, i’m the thug b-tch
whip out a shank and a d-ck in your back
sh-t on your track, i get it down now
they be calling me fire, the rapper die b-tch
the -ss-ssin for hire
took everything i was taught to see what i can do
f-ck you hating -ss b-tches, you heard, you n-ggas too
the ain’t your local radio station, come on dog
this ain’t a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall
these circles in the streets will get you the f-ck hurt
and the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest sh-t first
how you want it dog? in your -ss or your mouth
and you ain’t got that much time because my sh-t is about to come out
and i will f-ck, bite your f-cking head off too
out with a 4,5 and 6 like kiss, a range too
if you truly a queen, then i’m talking to you
i’m the heir to the thrown and i’m coming the f-ck through
it’s my turn terra

- celph titled lyrics

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