Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (track 3) lyrics

rate me

(feat. Kyleon, Slim Thug, Sir Daily)

[talking]

Run it, the heavy weight champ of the flows is back

Killa nigga, act like you know me sucker, hey

[Kyleon]

I'm the reason, niggaz caps is leaking

Why a lot of hard MC's, raps are weaking

I'm Killa that's right, nigga live in the flesh

And the raps that I rap, mo' live than the rest

Consistent flow spitter, a consistent hoe hitter

Plus I stay in mash mode, cause I'm a consistent go-getter

Do' like a grocery store, what you want paper or plastic

I don't have to recycle raps, like paper or plastic

I got so many flows, I just might lose a few

Saying a rhyme two times, what I choose to do

But doing that is somp'n, you have to pay dues to do

Got so many hard raps, niggaz might confuse a few

Since Havin' Thangs dropped, niggaz been mad as fuck

He keeps spitting hits, that got them niggaz sad as fuck

If I stop rapping, you might be glad as fuck

But I'm not, so right now your ass is stuck what

Like crazy glue, stuck to your pants

Boys spinning my flow, like it's stuck to a fan

I'm what them white boys jamming, in that outpart stuck your man

And you can't take it from him, cause it's stuck to his hand

I demand, some fucking respect round here

If it's wrong, you better get it correct round here

Cause we known for keeping bitches, in check round here

With a flow or the 8, and a tech down here

[Sir Daily]

It's the raw Hogg, under boss back in the do'

Hitting you where it hurt, while I'm attacking a flow

You see me in them streets, you know I'm packing a fo'

With a sack of that dro, trying to mack at your hoe

A young rich nigga, with his mind on paper

Drop dolla signs on you, if you're trying to hate us

Nigga, cause I go liver than you

No line is true, what you got I multiply it to two

Cause I'ma hustle mo' harder, with stacks at steak

I break the microphone, with raps that's great

I blow that sticky green, like masking tape

And illegal money makers, with cash to make

I flip that candy blue, with glass that skate

Now knock your bitch down, just ask your date

Nigga I left her mouth, with a nasty taste

Them Outlawz on top, you niggaz last in place, Daily

[talking]

Nigga, it's like that I feel you Daily

Boyz-N-Blue, it's C. Ward motherfucker

You already know who, nigga peep this here

[Chris Ward]

For the 0-4, I'm the new year's resolution

Hazardous also, my force filthy as pollution

Niggaz swearing that they real, but it's all ammusing

Cause they act and look real, but it's all an illusion

When they talk about my music, they say you possess

A type of style that shows, you are truly blessed

I got a nationwide delivery, like UPS

And when in the booth, is like a first grader school recess

I just have a lot of fun, with the beat

It's cold out here in this world, so I gotta run with the heat

And I don't trust no niggaz, cause most of 'em is shesity

The only one I ever believe in, is the Lord Jesus Christ

Plus his game ain't nothing nice, it's a mess in my eyes

But I'm still living, so really it's a blessing in disquise

And if this rapping don't pay off, I'ma really fuck up

Whatever or whoever, and more foes gon get stuck up

And I'm going for the rappers, that always talk trill in they music

Act real in they music, so people can feel they music

Old rappers new rappers, it don't matter

Golf clubs and baseball bats, will make they bones shatter

I'm the new threat to this industry, and society

Artists around here envy me, and they try to be

Me, just listen they recycling rhymes

And half of the time, these niggaz recycling mine's

They take a little from everybody, and recycle they lines

Now that's what you call, a recyclable shine

They just wanna be like a nigga, cause I'm C. Ward baby

And when they hoes see me shit, they go C. Ward crazy

They rub and hug a nigga, say they love a nigga

And they stand there frowning, and mean mugging a nigga

But it's all cool, cause when I walk up to 'em

And look 'em in they eyes, they be like what's up my nigga

[Slim Thug]

Last but not least, it's the Boss kapish

And niggaz better shut they mouth, and ass when I speak

I'm a good six years strong, and still at my peak

A lot of niggaz came and gone, cause they trash and weak

I worked up from a rookie, to the Boss of my click

That's why these big mouth pussies, can't floss what I get

Niggaz talk big trash, niggaz swear they got cash

Niggaz swear to God they hard, when they get a note pad

The rap game today, is so sad

Cause rap lanes today, is so sad

They quick to tell a nigga, how they so bad

But they never own a gun, and they lie with they hoe ass

'Face ain't never wore a mask, never been on the block

Don't know the difference from a brick, or a fifty pack rock

Please stop with your tales, you niggaz ain't been to jail

You only did a couple hours, for some tickets in a cell

Now you claim you so gangsta, you really so wanksta

When the shit hit the fan, you gon back down ain't you

No thank you, your service is not needed

Now bitch get the fuck from round here, before you get heated