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cypha - nick wiz lyrics

nick wiz ft. cella dwellas ft. sean price * “cypha”
[emcee(s): phantasm, sean price, and u.g.]
[producer(s): nick wiz]

[verse 1: phantasm]
duke, don’t even get your crew amped
them dudes can’t f*ck with dwellas and boot camp—bet you
cash or food stamps some real street action figures
come complete with big gats and triggers
big caps for n*ggas. duck down when these soldiers
come around. bucktown is where i rest
so hold me down. check my man p—he sells
caravans for cheap, wrecks beef with techniques
that’s antique. let this man speak and spit raps
then kickback and eat a kitkat whilе you chitchat
on how my sh*t’s wack. cds don’t stop
‘til the end. and run, go tell your friеnd. f*ck it, and we’re
coming again (ha!)

[verse 2: sean price]
ayyo, you can’t manage this
the boss scandalous from here to los angeles
ruckus tossing the random sh*t, but can you get with that n*gga
tawl sean m*n*script? man, you sh*t all up in your pants
when the cannon cl!ck. man, i flip on n*ggas
for no apparent reason, squeezing shots at you heathens
to stop you from breathing. call the cops ‘cause he’s bleeding
i think he needs some cpr. see, we are the illest n*ggas
out that’s on your tv, pa. when you see me, pa
better have your f*cking sh*t straight. you’re fifth, mate. n0body move
i think your sh*t fake, you fishcake. whenever the f*ck
ruck dictate, the sh*t rate higher than shows
made by rick lake. yo, l!ck eight shots at
them n*ggas who be f*cking with international, irrational
b*i*g ruckus, b*tch. enough of this talking. i’m ready
to start setting sh*t. peep the etiquette of a n*gga
that’s known for wetting sh*t
[verse 3: u.g.]
ug bodies tracks
i whip cats like blacks in amistad
hold gats like guards in armored cars, i rip
squads with ruck and ‘em, rock put a slug in ‘em
if we wasn’t rap stars, we’d be mugging ‘em
f*ck that. i bust gats, son, i’m reckless
when the tec spits, it drops squares like tetris
trample like jerome bettis, rap specialist
you’ll think john woo directed it the way i edit sh*t
with gunplay, my funds stay stacked, n*gga
one day, i’ll sway in ac’ vigors
my back to the track, n*ggas, i’ll slap n*ggas tasteless
a masta like ace is with rap pages—what?!?

- nick wiz lyrics

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