DJ Clue

DJ Clue - Pile Raps lyrics

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Pile raps inside my skull cap

Like a brick stack tha kid is back

I told y'all niggas '98 list that

Yo '99 piss on rap 2000 where ya pistols at dun

We be tha men in black fatigues

30,000 dollar chains that swing

You'll catch me in tha streets poppin that bullshit

Catch a fat lip hoes all over your shit

Bust guns like nuts all over your bitch

So you's a woman tell me what tha fuck you tryna doin

You growlin all over tha tape

Forget you when I touch that shit

Not only that on the concrete

We splash more niggas than the wave pool did

Check out my new shit

We blood spit you still ice grill

Mad cause your clic shit is homo

The Mobb stay real

Steady playin' the field

Nigga you sideline rhyme

Customers complain they can't feel

You cooked up a half ass meal

Its time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel

My shit fill the appetite of the populus

We can do it via satelitte just us

An show the world how that ass get bust

Ever since a little yuke I had this lust

To pick up the motherfuckin' pen an just rush

Like morphine beats throught the wires of the Eps plus

You get penalized tryna rock wit the utmost

Get branded for bein weak the most

Now be ghost get the fuck outta here

Wit that bullshit you tryna shit

Wit tha planet you need to be shot rappin

I got sickle cell I feel the pain

Oh yeah what's happenin

Fake thug wanna front like they contractin

Numbers on my head thug please i'm here waitin

You can't touch me there's no fake love amongst me

There's no fake niggas that run wit me

Somebody gave y'all the wrong info

I ain't ya kitko..nympho

Putmeon tha way you ???????

Supposed to taught that bitch much better than that

I dwell where the rest of my vets is at

>From sumnerville to Bx and back

To the lab and the dungeon

My house of representatives stay starvin be stumpin

We unholy cause there ain't a part missin

My commission sit at the table like the last supper fucker

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