rhymin' - hdbeendope lyrics
[intro:]
yo, yo, yo
hd, brooklyn, that 94′ n-gga from 94 n-gga, word up
it’s the franky on the keys
and you know he does that sh-t with ease
and i’mma spit clean
alright n-gga, i got this sh-t
[verse 1:]
i’m from the eastcoast, with a flow that please most
she might tell you she celibate, bet she letting hd stroke
and yo it’s no, contest steppin’ to me with that nonsense
spideysenses for hammers you can say we got a nine sense
look, i’m not a top-shotter posted on the block, glock-c-ck
for the fiends, frank lucas up in the sock
i almost was stevie lucas trying to be like uncle frankie
addicted to fast money and women who call me daddy
glady i picked the mic up blaow i switch the style up blaow
i broke the rules and got a flow to f-ck your life up now
you write your thoughts in 140 characters
i express myself with this lyrical cannabis
yo, you can try we’ll never tie, check your laces
uh, i’m at the neck but f-ck them southern outrageous
yo, it’s hd, watch me spread across the globe
your talk means nothing if you n-ggas can’t show
tell ’em don’t come with that, bull, i’m not a matador
hungry like, jamba juices infested by carnivors
lord, your sl!cktalk will have you knockin’ on heavens gate
we see through your front like b-tches on they wedding day, n-gga
[verse 2:]
check it, now when my tape knock rock drop
thugs gon’ l!ck shots, mad birds gon’ flock
and fiends gon’ puff that, yo
it’s hd taking over for monopoly
i’m far from g-y, ain’t no way a brother topping me, pause
now for that almighty dollar
berettas hold power so these cowards get devoured
you cower for plenty hours scared to lose yours in glock showers
so you cop three 4’s from mr.eisenhower
now who’s to flame, just a product of the block
they won’t never catch you tripping, cuz’ you keep a tight knot, uh
a good dude just got caught up in the evils
we living in america so n-ggas keep the eagle, yo
i digress now what’s the topic? hd
a fly n-gga so your girl swallow my c-ckpit, yo
i’m on the rise so these n-ggas wanna diss
f-ck you rugrats, you don’t talk, you lipsh-tz
it’s about the cheddar, ’bout the cheddar is what they tell us
so we overzealous us cuz’ they oversell us
we want to live better, and sip amaretta
so we stacking one till our blues are more better
that’s washingtons for you n-ggas that’s incompetent
you make the wrong moves you’ll get pressed like we’re laundering
greatness is what i’m pondering, thought it then i accomplish it
keep your lips sealed if your talk is less than consonance
i got dreams of whippin the best this ride
they asked me to k!ll the roach, i put the pest aside
only green that i need is this motherf-cking cream
rap schemes from these n-ggas cause they see the lights and chains gleam
they don’t see the nights of staying up perfecting rhymes
they just see monclers watching expensive time
they say i’m below the totem pole
this little n-gga got flows that’ll toast all foes
like, lock and load though they keep the glock close
leave ’em red like a maxi, cause it’s murder that i wrote
we some straight faced n-ggas, but we cheesin’ for the cheese
the gangsters never smile so we cheesin’ ’em for the g’s
“since 94” you should bump it everyday
but i’mma end it like this, a.w.y.a
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