Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (track 12) lyrics

rate me

[talking]

Killa nigga, (run it) hey

[Kyleon]

Who you know rap fresher than Killa, realer for static

Wherever we go, he know where I'm lyrically at

But it's a bunch of niggaz, trying to act like they bad

They must be out of they mind, if they think that mad

They say they freestyling, knowing damn well they wrote that shit

I done heard it all befo', I can quote that shit

I don't sell drinks, Killa keep bars fully stocked

I got raps for weeks, bitch I keep bars fully cocked

I don't mean to be arrogant, or be a bullet popper

Do you really think they can see this bullet, not

These niggaz done lost they mind, confusing themselves

Cause they not amusing me, they amusing themselves

I'm the reason, a lot of rappers is losing themselves

Ask 'em who the best rapper is, they need to quit choosing themselves

I'm fin to start shooting slugs, and start using them shells

Put a pallet to that ass, and start bruising them tails

You better go ask cats, about that proven fact

Try to contest Kyleon, you lose the match

Even when I give 'em a life, they still lose the match

Get it they lost they sparkle, they didn't use the match

I'm so far ahead of myself, I'm the dude to catch

Cause I stay consistent, what with it you dudes expect

I bet now I'm the dude, that these dudes respect

Cause they know Kyleon flow, is huge as techs

Tell me who you know, flow as huge as that

But I'ma keep that to myself, I'ma just conclude with that

Killa nigga, don't make cock the pump and (blow it out your ass)

[Slim Thug]

Nigga please, the world ain't seen too many me's

I don't think the Lord created, a lot of these G's

Broke niggaz say they don't like me, all I talk about is cash

Or how I ride around on glass, well (blow it out your ass)

I'ma underground legend, the best of the best

That's why when you see Slim, he live way better than the rest

Compare your favorite independent rapper, put him to the test

You think that cat could fuck with me, (blow it out your ass)

I made niggaz get on they hustle, step up they game

They saw the rocks in the lock, and had to step up they change

I put the North on the map, when the South was running thangs

And y'all think y'all fucking with me, (blow it out your ass)

I showed you niggaz how to ball, y'all was looking like dummies

Let y'all know what was cool, when y'all use to dress funny

Slim the reason, you niggaz know undergrounds make money

And y'all try to take it away from me, (blow it out your ass)

I speak the truth, while these other rappers tell they tales

I keep it gangsta, and don't make love songs to sell

Major labels say I'm unsignable, I'm like oh well

You wanna give me a quarter mill, (blow it out your ass)

[PJ]

I hustle and take bread, move and shake FED's

Soon as I stack my chips, I'm flossing and turning heads

Hoes I don't trust, mind on stacking bucks

You mad I'm coming up, well (blow it out your ass)

PJ I'm back, gripping and ripping tracks

Crucifying these haters, till and collecting stacks

Dog I'm too thoed, my mouth piece is cold

You want me to fold, well (blow it out your ass)

Hoes they gon bop, when I pop up on dots

Niggaz gon start hating, and haters they getting shot

Motherfuck the cops, I do what I feel

You talking down cause I'm real, well (blow it out your ass)

I'm climbing up the hill, my time has come

Yo I'm never ever slipping, hoe I sleep with my gun

Wanna see you niggaz face, when I pull up on glass

PJ, you don't like me bitch (blow it out your ass)

I go with real spitters, like Slim and Killa

Sir Daily and Lil Mel, money hungry for scrilla

Chris Ward and Rayface, that's my team

You mad we getting green, well (blow it out your ass)