State Property - Rap City Freestyle lyrics
[State Property - Rap City Freestyle lyrics]
Ayo J-A-D-A, Pinkett or Kiss
No matter how I look at him
I think of a chick
No matter how I switch it up
Think of a actor
Kid stick to the script I’ma give him a clip
Styles died on a holiday
Kiss die on a Holiday
Shots like first of year
On ya’ block like first of month
You get shot from the front to the rear
Got Glocks in the back of the trunk
Got pumps on the back of the seat
Young punks on the back of the street
AK’s in they hand
They let the latest movie edit they life
I keep the latest Uzi letting off pipes
That’s gangsta i’m in a class all by myself
Run they ass all by myself, that’s danger
You want a war nigga that’s what it is
Full-metal jackets dressing ya’ kids
They screaming D-Block like they
Ready to die today
I clip Hood, rest of the clip for Holiday
And, Jada gon’ hate us ‘til his ass buried
But Yonkers want no more drama, ask Mary
Be for real you ain’t a real homie
All my real homies know it’s D for real
Mouthpiece for all y’all
Mack cooked his beef
That loss Kiss took speaks for all y’all
Man they all broads
I got something fresh out the box if
Tempt me I let ‘em all off cut at you haters
J-Hood play G it be ya’ death homie
Just like Jada
If he fall pick him up, if
He draw hit him up
That’s like worshipping me
Blood in blood out like American Me
Slug in slugs out ya’ tee
A throw back jersey
I throw back straight you throw back curves
Chump, I throw back K’s you throw back words
So what you saying dog
It’s war you want me to spell it out
W-A-R, S, U’s and double AR’s
Flow switch like clips and every bit of 16
Had a bid when I was barely 16
Used to spit 16’s up the block with 60
Now I spit 16’s off the top of 60
Yo, I don’t care who you are
Or care who you think you is
Offer salat ‘til I’m close to Allah
Send you closer to Allah, the K
Back center ya’ kids, split wigs
Rip holes through ya’ car
You think you got the people scarred
That’s what it is i rap with they kids ay
Prick you better chilly chill
Plenty gats, plenty stacks
Bricks from the eses
Run up on you and plug you like Pepe
While you seeing ya’ chick, 16 in a clip
Everywhere I go keep my steel
And y’all just rapping, you ain’t tryna
Move it up, bang it out, keep it real
‘Cause, if we banging out
Ain’t no hanging out
Transformer style, heat your grill
Gats Allah gave us locked and load
Shake rattle and roll
‘Til you fall in shape, listen prick
I brought my K to NY through three tours
Extended the clip
Freeway I’m causing ya’ wake
50 in the butt, one in the -ick
You can get it all in the face licking-
No matter how I look at him
I think of a chick
No matter how I switch it up
Think of a actor
Kid stick to the script I’ma give him a clip
Styles died on a holiday
Kiss die on a Holiday
Shots like first of year
On ya’ block like first of month
You get shot from the front to the rear
Got Glocks in the back of the trunk
Got pumps on the back of the seat
Young punks on the back of the street
AK’s in they hand
They let the latest movie edit they life
I keep the latest Uzi letting off pipes
That’s gangsta i’m in a class all by myself
Run they ass all by myself, that’s danger
You want a war nigga that’s what it is
Full-metal jackets dressing ya’ kids
They screaming D-Block like they
Ready to die today
I clip Hood, rest of the clip for Holiday
And, Jada gon’ hate us ‘til his ass buried
But Yonkers want no more drama, ask Mary
Be for real you ain’t a real homie
All my real homies know it’s D for real
Mouthpiece for all y’all
Mack cooked his beef
That loss Kiss took speaks for all y’all
Man they all broads
I got something fresh out the box if
Tempt me I let ‘em all off cut at you haters
J-Hood play G it be ya’ death homie
Just like Jada
If he fall pick him up, if
He draw hit him up
That’s like worshipping me
Blood in blood out like American Me
Slug in slugs out ya’ tee
A throw back jersey
I throw back straight you throw back curves
Chump, I throw back K’s you throw back words
So what you saying dog
It’s war you want me to spell it out
W-A-R, S, U’s and double AR’s
Flow switch like clips and every bit of 16
Had a bid when I was barely 16
Used to spit 16’s up the block with 60
Now I spit 16’s off the top of 60
Yo, I don’t care who you are
Or care who you think you is
Offer salat ‘til I’m close to Allah
Send you closer to Allah, the K
Back center ya’ kids, split wigs
Rip holes through ya’ car
You think you got the people scarred
That’s what it is i rap with they kids ay
Prick you better chilly chill
Plenty gats, plenty stacks
Bricks from the eses
Run up on you and plug you like Pepe
While you seeing ya’ chick, 16 in a clip
Everywhere I go keep my steel
And y’all just rapping, you ain’t tryna
Move it up, bang it out, keep it real
‘Cause, if we banging out
Ain’t no hanging out
Transformer style, heat your grill
Gats Allah gave us locked and load
Shake rattle and roll
‘Til you fall in shape, listen prick
I brought my K to NY through three tours
Extended the clip
Freeway I’m causing ya’ wake
50 in the butt, one in the -ick
You can get it all in the face licking-