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somethin to see - j-formz lyrics

[intro: nick ballz & (j*formz)]
uh, nick ballz!
(ballz, yeah!)
formz, what up?
(nothin but bars!!!)

[verse: j*formz & (nick ballz)]
me and nick ballz always comin with heat
somethin they ain’t seen, ain’t really nothin to me
(we puffin the tree, in this world: ain’t nothin for free
10 years later, still number one on the beat)
nothin but heat, i’m f*ckin the beat
with no condom on, nut, then i skeet, (i’m lovin the beef
you dudes really funny to me
i’m startin to realize, you guys don’t want it with me)
the whole f*ckin song rhymes, who’s f*ckin with me?
they suck in defeat, i say they can’t f*ckin compete
(the drums on the beat are stuck on repeat
i’m 4k with the vision, yeah, that’s somethin to see)
they wanna play the tough guy? they get snuffed on the street
wanna play the bar spitter? get lit up on the beat
(the way the bars go together, so wonderfully
and the way that i’m livin’s so comfortably
three l’s, five beers, now i mumble my speech
i won’t stop til i’m rich and drunk on the beach
strollin down broad street like the mummers, we deep)
stuntin’ with speech and snuffin the beat
we keep it nothin but street, we rollin nothin other than deep
you runnin from me, cause in these streets, i find comfort in beef
(ill*strious me, feel like a million bucks when i sleep
i wake up p*ssin greatness and my dumps are elite)
we’re comin to teach how to run wit a beat
chokehold with the speech, yeah, now he in a comfortable sleep
(what you’re paid, i make double a week
duck tape your face, create some trouble to speak
we don’t play, you may get dumped in a creek
we can’t relate, i’m way above your critique)
your body language say a lot, and you’re slumped in your seat
standin on your own 2? i’ll pull the rug from your feet
(i’m 200 with a chubby physique
but i’ll still leave lumps on your cheek
wilder than deontay, when i punch, i’m a beast
right hook, then a left uppercut to your t**th), said this is f*ckin defeat!
never make the mistake of thinkin somethin is sweet
cause i stay on point like they gunnin for me
true sh*t though, they better not be comin for me
whole squad real, never any suckers with me
6 feet is probably where a m*th* f*cka would be
if he rapped on a track sayin somethin to me
ill with the bars, i’ll k!ll them like a f*ckin disease
in reality, you don’t want nothin wit me!

- j formz lyrics

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