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grant rice - so heavy (remix) lyrics

[intro: xta-c]
yeah, xta-c
mr. so heavy
doin’ this for the town, man
816, kc, mo
remix
yeah, grant rice
yeah, tech n9ne
yeah, xta-c
come on, come on

[verse 1: xta-c]
i started [?] off actin’
i’m not broke, that’s just warning, i ain’t braggin’
body bagging’ and toe taggin’
still down with the gun clappin’
this girl off in her room and do it pimpin’ hoe fashion
when she brings the cash in
she’ll get mad ’cause i’m dashin’
switch up with the 6s, [?] dragon
the game ain’t changed, these clown fools just made it drastic
why i keep that loaded clip, and the .40 cal made of plastic
[?] with a bad chick
with my clique all by myself
xta-c is always on a mission, [?] well
[?]

[chorus: xta-c]
i comes through, can’t see, so heavy
all 15s in my old school chevy
exquisite tech, demand the respect
you thought we was finished? you ain’t heard nothin’ yet
i said i comes through, can’t see, so heavy
all 15s in my old school chevy
exquisite tech, demand the respect
you thought we was finished? you ain’t heard nothin’ yet

[verse 2: grant rice]
rice a rebel resurrected, a new perspective
a rebel [?], i don’t seddle for the metal
drove over some kurbs, sold some birds
grant rice, gotta hit up tech for the benzo
got them watches dipped in liquid, them baggettes
still everytime we test ‘m, they get to they last breath
my back’s wet, and my trash is white
got muscle cause of the struggle, and the sacrafice
i keep my name where them freaks be
feends wanna sees me
keeps the keys, don’t keep me
come over me and teach me
a lesson, but i’m stressin hard
half these rappers rather have a cheque than respect
that’s why i matched with the best, and keep goin
come to your homes, and march through your front
i bring the vibe till i die in the mud

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
i come from a land where the women don’t jock and the boys don’t block unless you
so heavy in the game and you’re moving them things with a big enough bang in the next two
big money in stocks, and the pill to the blacks and the whites and the mexicans
all i’ve got is some orange i’m makin’ reppin’ kansas city, yes we’re from
missou
and i’ma make this one suitable for you to know who’s beautiful when the pen hits the cuticle
ripped it at snoop and ying yang, mystikal’s and luda show
chick that get loose then i bing-bang
maniac, someone busted the nine [?] i missed a show
and demons talkin’ ’bout letting the pistol go
he hit the floor, security didn’t even hit him and now
god’s gonna get him, allah’s gonna rid him now
so heavy, hurry heaven and get me
swervin’ [?] i’m ready
urban legends and bleve
’bout to bring a new story and they won’t bring crumbs
and a king has no glory in his own kingdom ’cause
everybody’s tryna k!ll him (k!ll him)
everybody’s tryna take it (take it)
my spot but i never will stop so ain’t n-body gon’ make it (make it)
b-mp this when you ride, hatin’ hold up (next)
tech grease and a drug i love to do so much (x)

- grant rice lyrics

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