Clinton Sparks, Young Gunz, Freeway - State Prop Boyz lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[Clinton Sparks, Young Gunz, Freeway - State Prop Boyz lyrics]
"Clinton Sparks"
"Get-get-get familiar!"
I came to the studio just
In time for the song
My rhymes and my dough long
Too much for the track
You don't really want me to flow
Want me to spit
Bring a 9, two clips to the song (geah)
Anybody move or I'm cockin it back
And dump a lame in the trunk 'fore
The shit get back to cops
Get pulled over in a traffic stop
It might make me nervous to
Might have to dump again
There he go, puttin guns in his rhymes again
Beard like Bin Lad', clap at the cops
Yeah right
Yeah right - but prick get it right
Get it right - way before
Bin Laden I been bad i been had a beard
Gettin brains in a Benz Wagon
Block got hot, it was back to the dumps again
(woo)
War with him is bad for your health again
Burners in your grill again
Buildin my block!
"Them State Prop' boys back in town - uh oh"
"The, the Roc, the Roc boys back you down"
"Y you ain't stoppin, uhh - yeah
State Prop-Property"
"Wanna war with the Roc? OKAY!" - "Yes"
Fuck with me now catch a fuckin beatdown
Niggas lame cause the bustas he 'round
Main reason I don't fuck with these clowns
Niggas sucka-free now
My enemy's sister suckin me down
Yo, maybe a higher than a pound nigga
That's my limit
Got niggas that care less about
The next five minutes
Niggas wanna start so I guess I'll finish
Cause it's with enough coffins
To invest y'all linen
When that shit hit the fan
And they know who ran
Call me Grip Hammers, and I'm they go-to man
Before that time they signed
That statement quick
Cause it's 99-point-9 reasons to snitch
Now they all just buyin just
To sport that shit
Same bullets in the gun since
They bought that shit
Nigga my style is unique
Thick chick a boutique
After a while, you do Chris
You gotta do Neef too deep, soak the bed up
Bring the new sheets can't be shook
Take balloons up every two weeks
New beef, handle that like I do a new beat
All up on top of it like Shaq
Bring the new +Heat+
New identity down in Dirty Dirty, new teeth
? layin low when it's too steep
Hard dick and bubble gum girls
Say I'm too cheap
They suckin and fuckin but then I
Duck within a new freak
Before I met 'em I never knew 'em
I tell 'em "Get lost"
Only time I love 'em is when my dick hard
Nigga
Yeah, get familiar haters, get familiar
(Suck my) Uhh, uhh, yo
Free' pack intro Tec with a muffler
Ringin on you, busters watch you niggas bleed
(bleed) he's, makin a killin off
Puttin his life on ProTools to new school
Rap version of Aaron Jones, they herringbones
The Roc chain, the cocaines, they spit game
The gat tucks the gat tuck
Nigga don't get gassed up, might get blast up
It ain't about bein tough
But even in them interviews
Every time you see me get a semi and a TUCK
Niggas at the label like
"Leave the gat at home
You know them Hip-Hop cops got it in for you"
They got it in for us
But they ain't bendin us
We gotta clip for us
Show 'em what the clip'll do do (uhh) holla!
Whatchu thought it's the Roc! Uh oh, uhh!
Cli-Clinton Clinton Sparks
"Get-get-get familiar!"
"Get-get-get familiar!"
I came to the studio just
In time for the song
My rhymes and my dough long
Too much for the track
You don't really want me to flow
Want me to spit
Bring a 9, two clips to the song (geah)
Anybody move or I'm cockin it back
And dump a lame in the trunk 'fore
The shit get back to cops
Get pulled over in a traffic stop
It might make me nervous to
Might have to dump again
There he go, puttin guns in his rhymes again
Beard like Bin Lad', clap at the cops
Yeah right
Yeah right - but prick get it right
Get it right - way before
Bin Laden I been bad i been had a beard
Gettin brains in a Benz Wagon
Block got hot, it was back to the dumps again
(woo)
War with him is bad for your health again
Burners in your grill again
Buildin my block!
"Them State Prop' boys back in town - uh oh"
"The, the Roc, the Roc boys back you down"
"Y you ain't stoppin, uhh - yeah
State Prop-Property"
"Wanna war with the Roc? OKAY!" - "Yes"
Fuck with me now catch a fuckin beatdown
Niggas lame cause the bustas he 'round
Main reason I don't fuck with these clowns
Niggas sucka-free now
My enemy's sister suckin me down
Yo, maybe a higher than a pound nigga
That's my limit
Got niggas that care less about
The next five minutes
Niggas wanna start so I guess I'll finish
Cause it's with enough coffins
To invest y'all linen
When that shit hit the fan
And they know who ran
Call me Grip Hammers, and I'm they go-to man
Before that time they signed
That statement quick
Cause it's 99-point-9 reasons to snitch
Now they all just buyin just
To sport that shit
Same bullets in the gun since
They bought that shit
Nigga my style is unique
Thick chick a boutique
After a while, you do Chris
You gotta do Neef too deep, soak the bed up
Bring the new sheets can't be shook
Take balloons up every two weeks
New beef, handle that like I do a new beat
All up on top of it like Shaq
Bring the new +Heat+
New identity down in Dirty Dirty, new teeth
? layin low when it's too steep
Hard dick and bubble gum girls
Say I'm too cheap
They suckin and fuckin but then I
Duck within a new freak
Before I met 'em I never knew 'em
I tell 'em "Get lost"
Only time I love 'em is when my dick hard
Nigga
Yeah, get familiar haters, get familiar
(Suck my) Uhh, uhh, yo
Free' pack intro Tec with a muffler
Ringin on you, busters watch you niggas bleed
(bleed) he's, makin a killin off
Puttin his life on ProTools to new school
Rap version of Aaron Jones, they herringbones
The Roc chain, the cocaines, they spit game
The gat tucks the gat tuck
Nigga don't get gassed up, might get blast up
It ain't about bein tough
But even in them interviews
Every time you see me get a semi and a TUCK
Niggas at the label like
"Leave the gat at home
You know them Hip-Hop cops got it in for you"
They got it in for us
But they ain't bendin us
We gotta clip for us
Show 'em what the clip'll do do (uhh) holla!
Whatchu thought it's the Roc! Uh oh, uhh!
Cli-Clinton Clinton Sparks
"Get-get-get familiar!"