Kuniva - Kuniva Freestyle lyrics
[Kuniva - Kuniva Freestyle lyrics]
Yo, that nigga Jared's a clown, man
Ayo, Jared, man, you keep stoppin' disrespect
Yo whatever, yo Salaam, this the shit, man
Murder, check it, yo, ayo
Now let's get it on in perspective
I let the TECs spittin'
Winnin' niggas necklace
I'm so reckless, Kuniva the boss
Take everythin' you doubt
Walk right by you and floss
Give it to nigga long as
Chillin' out at the mall
You the type to get mad at
Just shout at the wall
Call my gun a wessie, when it spit's
It's snipin' bullets be comin' in straight
Lines like a hyphen
This is a crisis in Runyon Ave, tighten
I'm so amped
I believe the shit that I'm writin'
Who wanna fight with guns, bats
And nightsticks? Take Master P for his tight
Whips with a ice pick
When I ball, I play full contact
The last dude that crossed me over
Got shot in the back
And I'm feelin' suicidal
All of my rivals start puttin' Bibles
When I strike you, it's minimal survival
Blazin' the heat
Beggin' the beef for any nigga
So this can separate his legs from his feet
So yo, get home my nigga
Just show me the door
I even shoot your kids
They be like "How long can he go?"
Nigga, I'm demonic
When drinkin' and puffin' chronic
I put your ribcage out of
Your stomach then stomp it
I ain't a bitch made nigga, I never been one
I jump you with my gang
And I ain't even in one
The Everlast be pickin' up
Niggas we just bust i'm on and off
Fuckin' bitches Eazy-E just fucked
I Bean niggas with my two way contact
Get a bitches 'nough 'bout
Brenda know aren't back
You thinkin' 'cause I went to school
Wit' you I'm cool wit' you
Nigga, I'll murder your ass 'fore I Suzie Q
Give me a stage, a microphone and a gauge
If I don't get this crowd jumpin'
I'ma make front page
And I like her little classiness
Ain't this a trip
Bitch, reach at your bag, chew some mints
Your breath is smellin' like ass and
That hoe that you with i'm nauseous, bitch
I'm 'bout to lose consciousness
Ayo, Jared, man, you keep stoppin' disrespect
Yo whatever, yo Salaam, this the shit, man
Murder, check it, yo, ayo
Now let's get it on in perspective
I let the TECs spittin'
Winnin' niggas necklace
I'm so reckless, Kuniva the boss
Take everythin' you doubt
Walk right by you and floss
Give it to nigga long as
Chillin' out at the mall
You the type to get mad at
Just shout at the wall
Call my gun a wessie, when it spit's
It's snipin' bullets be comin' in straight
Lines like a hyphen
This is a crisis in Runyon Ave, tighten
I'm so amped
I believe the shit that I'm writin'
Who wanna fight with guns, bats
And nightsticks? Take Master P for his tight
Whips with a ice pick
When I ball, I play full contact
The last dude that crossed me over
Got shot in the back
And I'm feelin' suicidal
All of my rivals start puttin' Bibles
When I strike you, it's minimal survival
Blazin' the heat
Beggin' the beef for any nigga
So this can separate his legs from his feet
So yo, get home my nigga
Just show me the door
I even shoot your kids
They be like "How long can he go?"
Nigga, I'm demonic
When drinkin' and puffin' chronic
I put your ribcage out of
Your stomach then stomp it
I ain't a bitch made nigga, I never been one
I jump you with my gang
And I ain't even in one
The Everlast be pickin' up
Niggas we just bust i'm on and off
Fuckin' bitches Eazy-E just fucked
I Bean niggas with my two way contact
Get a bitches 'nough 'bout
Brenda know aren't back
You thinkin' 'cause I went to school
Wit' you I'm cool wit' you
Nigga, I'll murder your ass 'fore I Suzie Q
Give me a stage, a microphone and a gauge
If I don't get this crowd jumpin'
I'ma make front page
And I like her little classiness
Ain't this a trip
Bitch, reach at your bag, chew some mints
Your breath is smellin' like ass and
That hoe that you with i'm nauseous, bitch
I'm 'bout to lose consciousness