Deadly Venoms - 50 Bars & Better lyrics
[Deadly Venoms - 50 Bars & Better lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, uh, what
All you get is 50 bars and better
I'm the Champ in this rap game, who want it?
Yeah uh, uh dV shit, DV shit, yeah yo, yo
Yo, where that weed at? Give me a gunshot
Stay hot, from my block to your block
We blow spots, take my name, I think not
I'm a rebel
Quick to stoupe down to your level
Dancing with the devil
Hands like heavy metal
Immune to trouble, like Reggie Noble
Get ready to bumble holla, talk trash
Got you wrapped around my collar
Got cash, but you ain't even worth the dollar
Can't see me, Champ, the originator
Straight street bitch
I'll fucking terminate ya
Quick fash, you won't last, you slip up
Blast any one who try to front on my behalf
That's to Ras, I got the last laugh
Haha, free flow, freak your peep show
Done step to weak hoe, bitch
Give me my dough, i'm
Better than that, you want fame
I'mma bring ya wig the fuck back
Chang the game, Champ, what?
Got the right one, baby
Ain't no Biggie, like Smalls, I smash the law
Take the killer more around, kills some more
I'm the don, pop my collar, walk them dogs
Scream or holler, grab lock like a rottweiler
You ain't ready to rock steady, I'm sharp
Like a home made machete, off the hook
Get ready
Eat ya food like spaghetti, you gassed up
Like Getty
Yo, yo, you don't really hear me, yo, yo
Shit is, wind in the field, then or be killed
Let's see whose the real
Put 'em to the test and that's the deal
Give you a taste of your own shit
I love to flip get me hyper, watch me rip
What you see, is what you get
And don't forget
Who run this shit, hot damn, son of a bitch
Who the baddest, bringest the madness
Bad habit i'm the master, bringing the heat
Causing disaster
Spit til your brain go numb
Until I cough up a lung
Could this be, I got you spitting that tongue
I roll deep like a million man march
If we ever bump heads
I wanna see who really got heart
I'm on fire and I'm ready to spark
When it come to the paper
The heat is tasty and I'm ready to bomb
Come and walk through the streets of New York
Always catch a cat slipping and I
Ain't got no time for talk
Cold hearted in the heat of the night
I'm the talk of the town
Blunted album, shit, need to be right
Fall back til it's time to bite
Then I jump at the cut
They what? Get ya now, don't wanna get hype
Don't get it twisted, cuz you
Know I'm the type, that'll step to my biz
And make you uthafuckas see the light
Don't fight the fearless
Cuz the fearless don't fight
If you cross the line
You don't have no idea what's onn mind
You 7: 30, I'm a quarter to nine
You thought I'd get away with the crime
Sit down, why you keep hating on mine
And I'm
Keep doing my thing, getting this dough up
Hold up, sleep on my camp
You getting swolled up remember my commitee
NY city got the world in my hand
And your whole crew with me, holding it down
Let's do it up together
Now tell me what bitch you know'll
Spit 50 bars and better, the don
Champ DE double C A, Double X O
Can't seem to touch my flow
Muthafuck shit up with my Venom
Slept on my team now it's time
To get up in 'em
You can't remain cool or calm
But you talking to me
This ain't no threat, I'm dropping a bomb
Holla get shot today, be gone tomorrow
But I got skills
And your career, trapped in the bottom
Quick to curse, make it so hard to swallow
Everytime I touch the mic, you get laced
And you can fear to teach it when
The Champ step in the place
I don't, bite my tongue, get scared to look
It's the, rapping don, and I'm off the hook
Got your whole town shook up
When I rip verse after verse
When worst come to worst
It's off with your head first
I spit rounds, weight like 150 pounds, then
Everytime you think of challenging
I'm knocking you down
I'm nasty one-on-one, you won't last me
Spit till I run out of breath
My voice is raspy
Back up, give me some room, or get clapped up
No joke, leave this whole party a blood smoke
I'm serious, I got speed like Fast & Furious
You want it? I'm the Champ in this rap game
All you get is 50 bars and better
All you get is 50 bars and better
I'm the Champ in this rap game, who want it?
All you get is 50 bars and better
All you get is 50 bars and better
I'm the Champ in this rap game, who want it?
Yeah uh, uh dV shit, DV shit, yeah yo, yo
Yo, where that weed at? Give me a gunshot
Stay hot, from my block to your block
We blow spots, take my name, I think not
I'm a rebel
Quick to stoupe down to your level
Dancing with the devil
Hands like heavy metal
Immune to trouble, like Reggie Noble
Get ready to bumble holla, talk trash
Got you wrapped around my collar
Got cash, but you ain't even worth the dollar
Can't see me, Champ, the originator
Straight street bitch
I'll fucking terminate ya
Quick fash, you won't last, you slip up
Blast any one who try to front on my behalf
That's to Ras, I got the last laugh
Haha, free flow, freak your peep show
Done step to weak hoe, bitch
Give me my dough, i'm
Better than that, you want fame
I'mma bring ya wig the fuck back
Chang the game, Champ, what?
Got the right one, baby
Ain't no Biggie, like Smalls, I smash the law
Take the killer more around, kills some more
I'm the don, pop my collar, walk them dogs
Scream or holler, grab lock like a rottweiler
You ain't ready to rock steady, I'm sharp
Like a home made machete, off the hook
Get ready
Eat ya food like spaghetti, you gassed up
Like Getty
Yo, yo, you don't really hear me, yo, yo
Shit is, wind in the field, then or be killed
Let's see whose the real
Put 'em to the test and that's the deal
Give you a taste of your own shit
I love to flip get me hyper, watch me rip
What you see, is what you get
And don't forget
Who run this shit, hot damn, son of a bitch
Who the baddest, bringest the madness
Bad habit i'm the master, bringing the heat
Causing disaster
Spit til your brain go numb
Until I cough up a lung
Could this be, I got you spitting that tongue
I roll deep like a million man march
If we ever bump heads
I wanna see who really got heart
I'm on fire and I'm ready to spark
When it come to the paper
The heat is tasty and I'm ready to bomb
Come and walk through the streets of New York
Always catch a cat slipping and I
Ain't got no time for talk
Cold hearted in the heat of the night
I'm the talk of the town
Blunted album, shit, need to be right
Fall back til it's time to bite
Then I jump at the cut
They what? Get ya now, don't wanna get hype
Don't get it twisted, cuz you
Know I'm the type, that'll step to my biz
And make you uthafuckas see the light
Don't fight the fearless
Cuz the fearless don't fight
If you cross the line
You don't have no idea what's onn mind
You 7: 30, I'm a quarter to nine
You thought I'd get away with the crime
Sit down, why you keep hating on mine
And I'm
Keep doing my thing, getting this dough up
Hold up, sleep on my camp
You getting swolled up remember my commitee
NY city got the world in my hand
And your whole crew with me, holding it down
Let's do it up together
Now tell me what bitch you know'll
Spit 50 bars and better, the don
Champ DE double C A, Double X O
Can't seem to touch my flow
Muthafuck shit up with my Venom
Slept on my team now it's time
To get up in 'em
You can't remain cool or calm
But you talking to me
This ain't no threat, I'm dropping a bomb
Holla get shot today, be gone tomorrow
But I got skills
And your career, trapped in the bottom
Quick to curse, make it so hard to swallow
Everytime I touch the mic, you get laced
And you can fear to teach it when
The Champ step in the place
I don't, bite my tongue, get scared to look
It's the, rapping don, and I'm off the hook
Got your whole town shook up
When I rip verse after verse
When worst come to worst
It's off with your head first
I spit rounds, weight like 150 pounds, then
Everytime you think of challenging
I'm knocking you down
I'm nasty one-on-one, you won't last me
Spit till I run out of breath
My voice is raspy
Back up, give me some room, or get clapped up
No joke, leave this whole party a blood smoke
I'm serious, I got speed like Fast & Furious
You want it? I'm the Champ in this rap game
All you get is 50 bars and better
All you get is 50 bars and better
I'm the Champ in this rap game, who want it?
All you get is 50 bars and better
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