FREESTYLE KINGZ

FREESTYLE KINGZ - My Life lyrics

rate me

[Chalie Boy]

I leave hoes confused, like a riddle or maze

Treat niggaz like cell phones, I make they signals fade

My time is today I got tight rhymes, I rhyme for pay

If my rapping fall off/ bitch I'ma grind today

Who's to say, that tomorrow's promised to me

I'ma wreck and make sho, that people pay homage to me

I'm as bomb as can be, call me a-bomb-ible snowman

Like Busta Rhymes, I'm a phenominal show man

I'm bout to blow man, sho to wear my style

Niggaz run up bumping, then they gon catch a fucking pile

Driver, nigga I'm flyer

Innovative, thinking of shit like I'm McGyver

You live but I'm liver, and I'm gonna achieve my goal

Get outta my way, or I'm knocking out obstacles

I got's to go, nothing is impossible

Invisible drug or not, bitch I'm unstoppable

[Tite]

Catch me, in that Bentley drop

My flow's so hot, that when you play it your speakers pop

I spit game call me pimp Tite, I got the golden glow

You want some mo', well listen while this pimp write

In the hood, niggaz know that I'm thuggish

Strapped up with Macks, cats know that I'm busting

Tite squint, with that left eye

Cause my aim is on, when my aim is on your brains is gone

Damn, what happened to that boy

He fucked up, I put a clap into that boy

Mama raised up a Nutt, so don't push me nigga

I'm a G, I ain't no mo'fucking pussy nigga

I hit haters where it hurt, make 'em put on a skirt

Treat 'em like a seed to plant, and put 'em in dirt

I'm in the club, like 50 do it but don't push me to it

Cause the Tite'll end plex, before you knew it

Yeah, a dirty nigga out the South

Executing these fake thugs, hushing they mouth

I'me one hundred like a Benjamin, you better vest your crew

Before these two, fuck around and hit your men

[Sir Coop]

Now 1-2G-3, you motherfucker it's me

C-double-O-P, will woop a nigga for free

Lyrics steady getting hotter, like some July weather

I'ma make the booth sweat, like it's covered in leather

Now let's see, who's on the shit list today

Close your eyes and point Chalie, watch your boy Coop spray

You don't like what I say, that shit's ok

Your bitch ass prolly gave your girl, swanging my way

Now get crunk with a playa, when you hear my flow

I keep it real when I go, watch my fan base grow

I use to rap about hoes, getting pussy with nothing

Had to chill that shit out, man I'm tired of fucking

Got a scheme, that's gon give this boy fame a boost

Less time in the cooch, all day in the booth

And I'ma keep spitting hits, so boy get use to

Killa lyrics to bob your head, and fucking get loose to

[talking]

Don't forget, check our shit out

In stores now, Big Tiger "Starting From Scratch"

Wreckin Crew "All Freestyles"

Chalie Boy & Tite "Underground Hitz"

And the DJ Bull mix tapes, live and on the street

Yeah hey, clean your voice and get ready to wreck this beat

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