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rasco - gunz still hot lyrics

ah,yo 2000
grand imperial
new and improved
show and prove

[verse 1]
yo,the underground rap veteran here to bring you
cats the medicine to stop all the sh-t you’ve been peddlin
ain’t nothin’ better when your pockets is phat
n-gg-s get up in the game and start changing they stacks
without gats i can run in your spot
and take everything you got
without bustin’ a shot
nothin’ but the hotness
n-gg- we got this
your same old style is now soundin’ monotenous
close caption hold cats that’s ready for action
i wouldn’t give y’all the satisfaction
(yo better get your crack or so
cause i can light to your -ss when the track is old n-gg-)
i switch tones like i switch colognes
and keep it bangin hard to your stereo headphones
it’s d-ck swanson for the n-gg-s that still ridin’ the johnson
hate cats harder than zack bronson
i’m from the coast where they cary the toast
and puttin clothes to your hair spittin’ lyrics instead
never in arrears ?? the cash
you being pushed out the block still coming in last
i let it blast so you n-gg-s can feel
f-ck shady cats actin’ like they cuttin’ some deals
i tell you cats this i be swingin the fish
you know the beats still bang and the lyrics is crisp
ey yo

[chorus x2]
we spit it
you cats better get with it
nothin’ but cash man we stay fresh minted
if n-gg-s is laid out then rasco did it
find me at the spot with the gunz still hot

i came to expose these mediore flows
n-gg-s who talk trash on weak -ss shows
n-gg-s that ride d-cks of weak -ss clicks
n-gg-s that get smashed for being in the mix
i stand alone you clone your sh-t
you ponder recash that don’t even know sh-t
puttin’ you out there to make ’em cash
blame yourself when your career don’t last
outta your cl-ss vast amidst four tips with blue prints
of books with some raw -ss hooks
never ran with crooks, i use my brain
dissin’ the rowl instead of dissin’ cocaine
tryin’ to explain, your click ain’t sick
i’m ready to smack y’all with forty five licks
right to the teeth i spit heat to the street for real
still lookin’ for the cash and a deal
who’s fault is that?it sounds like yours
nothin’ but rhymes that come straight from the pause
settle the score but don’t spit in our clothes
i’m fittin’ somewhere between the highs and the lows
blowing back to those that shattered that gl-ss
you know it’s for real cause your sister sold by the gl-ss
i tell you cats this i be swingin the fish
you know the beats still bang and the lyrics is crisp
ey yo

[chorus x2]

ey check this
i ain’t even begin i still blow a n-gg-s plan turn water to sand
every blade is plain i rain on a n-gg-s parade
throwin’ grenades at his fresh cut dane
every joint is made on rhymes from the spot
you f-ckin’ with us you better bring all you got
ras came to rock for real mc’s
and f-ck keepin’ it real, i need those g’s
one hundred degrees i burn outta turn so learn
don’t but here when you got no concern
n-gg-s get smacked for doin’ sh-t like that
i verbally blast and pull his whole wig back
straight from the ca we ain’t no kids
you better rethink that and raise that bid
you know what it is rush the bus like us
living this plush plush the trust is a must
ready to crush these young cats to the map
and how do i get mines to sound so phat
we take time i scrutinise every line
you spendin’ my cash you better find every dime
one more time i spit lyrics like these
the soul by the gl-ss rock shows overseas
i tell you cats this i be swingin the fish
you know the beats still bang and the lyrics is crisp
ey yo

[chorus x2]

- rasco lyrics

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