Ace Hood - BET Cypher 2010 Part 6 lyrics

rate me

[Ace Hood:]

Moment of silence for this beat that I'm about to kill

And all you rappers signed a suicidal deal

No hard feelings, pimpin, this what authentic is

Month old denim, 30 grand in it still

Sleeping on me? I put gas in your nyquil

Getting money while your pockets on the diet pill

Flow knock em cold, out like benadryl

Colt 14, call it emit till

Yeah, billionaire is a state of mind

That's the rolley on, think before these good times

Micheal corleone back while he was in his prime

That's how I'm feeling while I'm freaking my new spanish dime

Damn! you can tell I'm on another level

He think he better then I he get the j letter

Yeah jumped and jacked, be a trend-setter

You lookin at the past, how you doin it's a pleasure

[Kevin McCall:]

I'm at the top like high note

Killing those 5.0 should be killing for survival

Jeffrey dahmer, I'm a slaughter every beat that I'm on

Y'all sleeping on me so I had to turn the lights on

My pockets swollen: I should put some ice on

Shout out to breezy could've never did this shit alone

Potty traning couldn't never did this shit alone

If we ain't the best to do it, then prove us wrong

So sick on that hiv, I guess that mean I'm full-blown

Of course I'm just speaking metaphorically

Living fantastic, I wonder if it's four of me

This is just a sample: if you want more of me

You have to rewind time unless the microphone recording me

K-mac rhyming on the maybach

The truth will sit you free so I will testify and say that

Ballin like a preacher, catch me rollin in my maybach

Shining cause I blew myself up: arab

[Tyga:]

Look at me now, my dogg said that we will be rich one day

But I'm anthony: I do things the hardaway

Easy bake fast cake, rearrange her vertebrae

Try it like a murder case

You gon need ice skates, thin ice, ivy

I see her in the winter

Oh you copying my swag? well you a little late

Prolly make more when I'm gone, mike j, smooth criminal

Smooth bass, I call it sade

Why you starin so long??

Money talk so I jus walk and let it translate

You ain't fuckin with me I don't fornicate

I jus let her taste test then she let my dick chase

Young money cash money, dollars big face

So when you talkin new rappers don't compare me

Haha, I'm a last king, we don't talk rappers if it ain't ymcmb

[Chris Brown:]

Look, said I was down for the count

Let's make em eat their words

And if this beat is sweet I make em bite the curb

This probation got me walkin the straight and narrow

I'm in the club taking shots jus like it's double barrel

C'mon live thru what I've been thru

This media so fucked up that's why I don't do no interviews

And I ain't gotta break shit but I bend the rules

I skateboard, kick flip, right in my pool

With 200 model chicks super gettin loose

They jus want a big dick, did I say that? oops

Oh I, oh my where's my manners

Pardon me for this grammar

This virginia country bamma

Goin nuts like some planters, man my chain feel like an anchor

When I told you to use yo head I ain't want you to be no thinker

Fresher than a muthafucka yea you got yo stank up

Yeaa swallow yo pride, go ahead an drank up

Shame on you