Middle Finger Attitude
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[Rhyme Recca]<br>You rather put your head in a lions mouth, they call me out<br>I don`t play games, I put a torpedo in your scout<br>You never sold shit, never stole shit<br>Get in a video and front like you hold shit<br>You playing a role that been on file a hundred times<br>Coming around with the same gun running rhymes<br>I read your rap sheet, you ain`t never did a crime<br>Never cocked the nine, never did no federal time<br>What`s the deal baby? You act stupid, but you ain`t crazy<br>Bottomline that scarface shit don`t amaze me<br>Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows<br>U.F.O.`s get wet the fuck up like H20<br>You move too slow, bang thirty seconds behind<br>Run if you want, fuck up, that ass is mine<br>Play the game, learn the rules or you`re bound to lose<br>Everything is everything, it`s a storm nigga<br><br>[Chorus 2x: Rhyme Recca]<br>Middle finger attitude, fuck you and your crew<br>Got connects, glocks and techs, bulletproof vests<br>You don`t want conflict, beef with us, you`re stressed<br>We the wrong ones to test, lay that ass to rest<br><br>[Chip Banks]<br>Niggas is crazy to me, I`m the cat, you rhyme about in your raps<br>Handicaps, sound like me, how much cocaine you sold?<br>How many grams did a kilo?<br>And how many Columbians from Santa Fe do you know, papa?<br>If you was in the mix, what was your price in 86 and<br>I wanna know what type of stamps on your bricks, dicks<br>A lot of these niggas out here is like chicks<br>Same ol` shit, same lame shit<br>Mr. Santana, Cream Team number, you know<br>To my Spanish people I be numero uno<br>Ya niggas better chill out, `fore you get me mad up in here<br>Pulling out mill` out, I don`t care to spill out<br>Keep my tech oiled up, cuz I`m not an amateur<br>Bullets getting caught up in your chamber, they could damage ya<br>Niggas see me in here smilin<br>Yea but I`m real enough to break New York from Fantasy Island<br><br>Chorus 2x<br><br>[Baby Thad]<br>Yea, I hear you barkin, but are you really being felt?<br>You`re soft as cream puff, callin your code bluff<br>Meantime between time, we pack<br>Gee-stacks and key-lines we stack<br>Sad rappin, get you delivered up the river<br>Slipperiest nigga, sliver, snake sliver<br>La caja fall, winter made gentlemen<br>Pussycats all small talk and no walks<br>Try not to focus on jokers, we wrote this<br>Mediocre thugs, full of hocus-pocus<br>Disappear, huh? Reappear underground<br>Cold and layin stiff like vultures<br>Got your car pulled, you`re queer, you`re weak<br>Shakin and shivering, scared to speak<br>Ran through tons of herbs, huh?<br>You get smacked, silly, be quiet, mums the worth<br><br>Chorus 4x