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heavy spitters 2 dvd freestyle - joey jihad lyrics

[intro: joey jihad]
n*ggas stop saying i lost ‘fore i start punching y’all in the f*cking mouth, i’m bucking the quarter fresh outta water
but aiming the rocket with change in my pocket
yeah, look, taliban, strictly diamond, yo

[verse: joey jihad]
everybody know i spray gats
so if i kidnap vanna for that white, pat won’t save jack
operation safe streets, on the block regardless
short quick to grip his .40 like a alcoholic
shoot me, i’ma drop them charges
i ain’t into the court
like ali, he be shaking when he lifting his torch
week later put, 10 in ya’ porch
you like ‘he keep coming back like genital warts’
drop sickening, tail shaking, hot system
was the bol now you trail*blaze, scott pippen
i ain’t dead broke but dog, i had better days
coke half*yellow half*white like a deviled egg
i was pushing you was hooking, looking for c*ck
real sh*t, i really deal with crooks from the block
while i’m at the lot drop*copping, he like john stockton
old as sh*t still pushing the rock
when i was 15, oldheads passed me packs
pass me packs? i’m a boss, pass ‘em back
when it’s beef, pass me gat
‘cause i got aim and i’ll ride for that change like a taxi hat
moving way too fast i had to slow up
in the kitchen whipping, mix crack with no cut
i clap at yo’ gut ‘til ya’ back open up
with sh*lls that’s half*open like pistachio nuts
i’m a mixture of sp, jigga and pac
first, n*gga with ice on the digital watch
thinking heist when i find out, bricks in ya’ spot
for that cheese it’s like cracked seeds, i’m splitting ya’ top
got these rap n*ggas shivering akh
if this a n*gga that’s hot, i hope the motherf*cker listening akh
with joe cooking, keep them folks looking
and when my coke cooking it ain’t got no cut, my coke woofing
the hustle, that’s the name of the game, come with enemies
spending cheese on gats, i clap where ya’ center be
you could reach for heat, before you begin to squeeze
my bols launch with more arms than a centipede
in the caddy deep, fiends love my coke, ask the streets
my birds speak for theyself like parakeets
off them [?], i’m a d*mn clapper
run like dmc or get rocked like jam master

- joey jihad lyrics

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