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streetstatustv - aye verb vs. sb lyrics

[round 1: aye verb]
that’s the best you can do n-gga?
knowin’ you ain’t strong as me
you was better off payin’ two stacks doin’ a song wit’ me
i want this n-gga dead; aneurysm, heart attack
time to serve this rappin’ -ss n-gga since he ordered that
i’ve been hot since sl!ck jeans and starter caps
i’ve been off that porch and back, way before he thought to rap
pyro this n-gga, i will torch this cat ’til his corpse is black
if rap was wrestling i’d be the rock, puttin’ some no name n-gga in a leg lock
boston crab; torture rack
of course he’s wack, it’s a fact it’s not arguable
look at me labels, i’m hot and marketable
but back to you, round 2, this clown through
i should whack the n-gga that found you
i’m allergic to fake sh-t n-gga
and i’ve been itchin’ ever since i’ve been ’round you
thunder time, my strut make the ground move
be tough, be down fool, to a tree he be bound to
wit’ napalm bombs stuck where his bowels move
blaow, ooh
this n-gga c-cky huh? who gave him the chip?
he fugazi, a wimp
spent one week in county and be kool-aid’ing his lip
he couldn’t chill wit’ them k!llers or live wit’ them shotguns
he be gettin’ his fruit cup taken and ironin’ boxers
dinero how i change cigars, i’m trained segal
wit’ blades and saws
this ain’t scary
you can’t compare the movie blade to saw
i don’t wanna hear you talk about your k’s and all
cause if i aim and bang that ar, y’all think that it’s rainin’ cars
praise allah, thank the lord
i ain’t on the sh-t i was on the day before
kick in ya door make your kid’s face hit the floor
stomp ’em in the back of they necks ’til they ankles get sore
raw dawg the whole state of new york
to catch herpes on purpose
just [?] canker sores, you better quit playin’ boy
y’all general? he through
show me y’all next captain
we can get to the chest crackin’ and neck snappin’
strong armed robbery
catch this n-gga at the check cashin’
sn-tch is chain and give it back to him
tell him i was just practicin’
rerun what’s happenin’?
it ain’t his fault new york city
i’m a tough act to follow
sn-tch his body off 145th and st. nick, and leave his head at the apollo
he was on the road to success ’til he hit this pothole
cause when it’s showtime, i’m rocky balboa, he apollo
gettin’ pummeled by the st. louis version of ivan drago
you old -ss dinosaur n-gga, you f-ckin’ fossil
name a spot i can not show
name a block i can not go
when glocks blow, you get shook like a maraco
i was programmed to be a g
his g sh-t? was a download
type of n-gga to get on track and get to actin’ all macho
’til you see him and put that hammer on him, then he only wanna rap beef like a soft taco
you a snack pack n-gga, i’m the whole f-ckin’ combo
my hoes stalk, no convo
your hoes f-ckin’ con you
you do a lotta sh-t that i don’t do

[round 2: aye verb]
look, i f-ck wit’ this n-gga mook
i read him like a card yo
you welcomed in st. louis, you gotta follow our laws tho’
first is, you don’t know n0body keep a small convo
lose some of this godd-mn swag, that’ll get ya jaw broke
don’t ride a whip that flash, you get ya car yoked
don’t bring no b-tch that’s bad, you get ya broad groped
y’all be on that razor buck 50 leavin’ a scarred throat
we barbeque weiny y’all patnas, get ya dawgs smoked
this n-gga all jokes
could be cause he rapped awhile
me? i’m starvin’, and when you hungry you can’t crack a smile
i checked his background, who ridin’ for you?
check mine in the lou’
i done b-tch slapped n-ggas liver than you
now watch how i wet that -ss, wring him out, hang him up
if yo’ gorillas spent one day with us, trapped in a cage with us
they’d come back tamed as f-ck, dangerous as chained up pups
i let that thang go buck ’til my wrist sprained and my finger cut
y’all hostile crowd don’t mean a thang to us
it ain’t strange if i hit that angel dust, get my anger up
turn juggernaut, his frame gets crushed
shots point blank range, bang he’s f-cked
his soul flyin’, i’m still firin’… even his guardian angels duck
after this n-gga, yo’ name is dust
cause they gon’ say, “that dude from st. louis came wit’ them waves. he tough.”
n-ggas speak highly on me, i don’t be sayin’ too much
and y’all don’t want me in this league, i play way too rough
either i tap him with rulers or i smack him wit’ rugers
you a sheep in these streets, you can’t relax wit’ them cougars
don’t sleep
if it’s beef i do ya crew up like fred krueger, the lead bruise ya, no head movement
yeah boo him
but on another note, get a look at the next star
vet’ like brett farve
i’m the best where the vets are
listen east coast, it never been f y’all
we just want our respect cause where i’m at we respect y’all
but thanks to this n-gga here, my life now splendid
you the reason my kids gon’ sit right this christmas
now ya battle rappin’ buddies, they might suspend ya
for lettin’ me come out here and slice and bend ya like a licensed ninja
how you want it?
y’all style? put this knife up in ya
or have exit wounds from where them rifles entered
motherf-cker how you handlin’ lumber wit’ no spikes or splinters
i’m an investment, i’m the white folks n-gga
comin’ up, the og’s used to talk to me
so i’m here to talk to me
loud n-ggas was soft and weak, gangstas had the softer speech
soon as you get off a p you become a target
see it’s better to be smart than street
peep, you ever seen the way a chopper knock the bark off trees?
nah, i don’t need a squad this deep
just me and the awful three
and we can turn the livest block in nyc into dawson’s creek
darn liar, r&b n-gga
for sure we let it burn fire ’til it’s urns and no return fire
if this y’all king, i swear on this knight a
as well i earned sire

[round 3: aye verb]
i’ma set an example for all you new fools, listen
if you don’t know verb just youtube/google him
it’ll say, “he cool, but don’t fool wit’ him
cause when his mood start switchin’, it’s hand grenades, tools clippin’
hammers blam, troops missin’
ambulance, news clippings”
he don’t want nothin’ to do wit’ me
i’ll masking tape his mouth, turn him around, bend him over
in too deep pool stick him
who got you souped? chicken
you better be cautious on how you choose victims
cause i don’t swallow rappers whole, i chomp and chew n-ggas
dump at you n-ggas, silencer on the .40
shots sound like h- n-gga i’m not you n-ggas
the nerve of he tryin’ to exchange words wit’ v
he ain’t a boss, they make him squirt and squeeze
certainly a worker bee
thoughts are murkin’ me, n-gga?
you better delete them urgently
you don’t want no problems, 1/3rd of me send you to surgery
them b-tches that you wifin’ n-gga, them hoes couldn’t even flirt wit’ me
them scags you chasin’ i’m out they cl-ss like graduation
but, who gave you the right to walk around wit’ yo’ nose up?
you ain’t battled n0body, no guts, no nuts!
you ain’t from the hood n-gga, you can’t come through froze up
get popped in ya shoulder, i’m shocked that he showed up
when it’s war time i’m c-cked and ready, you still got to load up
i don’t just flow tough n-gga i pull hold ups
and i done sold everything from bags of gr-ss to nose dust
he say he ’bout to get a deal, n-gga so what?
we don’t believe you, you need more people, you got to show us
hold up, i can’t see a label givin’ no doe up, you 47 wit’ the image of sho’ nuff
c’mon bruh
they ain’t warn you what happen if verb be plottin’ on ya?
i come see you robotic armor wit’ rocket launchers, sh-t lockin’ on ya
ya friends patnas tortured
lord of the rings, n-gga i even got hobbits hoppin’ on ya
n-gga your block is harmless, swarmin’ wit’ cops informants
ya toughest sergeant? hard as a wet box of charmin
these .44’s hit him
this star go to war, he bring the force wit’ him
highlight you wit’ that beam then givin’ you a hot clip, like sports center
he say we country and raised on a farm, cool
if that’s the case this darn fool ’bout to be barn food
janitor apparel
black gloves, hammers on me
large tools, come ’round drunk and trippin’, two shots minimum
i live life by the bar rules

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