Teksty z mixtape'u

Dolla

Yah
Like that y'all
uh huh
Like...THAT
Fort Minor, SOB
yah
like this..listen

Mike- attention please
i only need a second
to make a mental impression directly on any record so
gimme space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the p's and q's
ladies and gentlemen I'm sendin' you bendin'
pretendin' the pen is a needle I'm injectin' the venom
and I'll be damned if i let another man get to me
i'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry
I'm back with fury attack quickly
sick with a bic pen all up in your shit man
ya never knew the flow was sick as this (bitch listen)
and now I'm lettin' you know
gotta grip on these tracks
that you wish you got
gotta clique full of assholes, I kid you not
so when that mixtape's done and that album drops
ryu and tak and me got it loaded and locked
believe it

Ryu- you still breathin'? I'm cockin' and squeezin'
( ? ) nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it
broad days sittin' sideways
stuffed in a small cave for three fuckin' weeks 'til you reek like dog waste
really, i put a punk in his place
let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face
got somethin' to say? Please. Better keep it a secret
the streets got hideous ways of handin' him beef bits
so eat shit, hate it or love it
the underdogs on top
gettin' faded tellin' people to suck it
buckin' 'em down for real while you fuckin' around
i'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills
so how does it feel?
You maynes wanna claim my throne
you got a better chance gettin
danny hayes on the phone
good luck. I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy
sneakin' heat up in the club like a flask of whisky

Tak- i'm here to crack the roof in
you got a nice watch, but your raps are useless
you better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses
and leave you ( ? ) losin' on some afternoon sheee-it
i hit the streets with a (cake and batter?) for fun
just to spit bleach in his face
it's lunchtime punk, open the face
hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth
catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode
Like Angels and Demons unlockin' DaVinci's Code
one drop in the (cannister?) people split the globe
blowin' every planet to shit once I hit the road
You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy
I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy
so kick that shit sound and let the west coast see
one of the illest mayne
Ribkat from SOB

Get It

So let's get right to (and then rule?)
and it ain't nothin' but a thing
to getchya (grippin'?) the move
gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
you know we kill it
goin' all out
we about to
ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

Ryu-Yo it's in my blood
I was born to spit it
The cord has kept me warm
through the storms of winter
ignored the pain and struggle
when it's time for dinner
we huddle together and grind
rain or shine
survive the weather
forget about changing spinners
throw me a bone
I'm just tryin' to raise my litter
it made me bitter
eventually made me sicker
so when the heat's on
we don't get pre-game jitters
uh-uh
we go to work man
diggin' in dirt
we took 'em to church
we're checkin' in some teenage strippers
livin' life by the seat of my pants
and ( ? ) with jams
undefeated we can't
lose
ever whoever wanted with us
better roll with a camp
you trust to cover your ass
when your asses can't
huh
so bottom's up
here's one for the crew
put some liquor in your gut
and tell me what you wanna do
sing it

S
for every sucker left behind
O
with every ( ? ) when I bust a rhyme
B
best believe when it's time to get it
we grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it

No

S
for the drunk sexy women
O
sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it
B
best believe when it's time to get it
we grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it

Tak-So let's get right to (and then rule?)
and it ain't nothin' but a thing
to getchya (grippin'?) the move
gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
you know we kill it
goin' all out
we about to
ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it

Tak-wow
look at 'em now
their mouths are closed
we done came a long way since 2004
spilled bleach
got the whole entire crowd exposed
the fumes leakin' in the street
throwin' down them (bowls?)
whoa
we on the job
the one with the mob
the fake facades
to get it just to make new large
I roll a seven to nine
just to break the yards
and step in your mind
and unfold
the great bizarre
hit the kill switch
yah
found my hitch
I'm on the pitcher's mound for now
it's me and Will Smith
finally overseas
I sneak in the mattress
ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent
we out gettin' bent
makin' dollar amounts
so if you with me let me see you raise your bottom with shots
say it

S
for every sucker left behind
O
with every (?) when I bust a rhyme
B
best believe when it's time to get it
we grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it

No

S
for the drunk sexy women
O
sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it
B
best believe when it's time to get it
we grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it

So let's get right to (and then rule?)
and it ain't nothin' but a thing
to getchya (grippin'?) the move
gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
you know we kill it
goin' all out
we about to
ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it