Mistah FAB - Quiet Storm Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Hey yo, first off, shout out to my d, prodigy and habit

Niggas going through some bullshit, they need to stop it

They made true hits, niggas from the west coast was on that shit

True shit, can’t lie, what about them other niggas in queens

Talking bout cnn war report, know what I mean

Know he was the hardest nigga than the end of the world

When I met him he the realest nigga locked in the world

I said I fuck with you nigga, shout out to capone

Shout out to mega and nature’s son

I fuck with queensbridge niggas, qb to the fullest

Metal world peace, real nigga, no bullshit

And shout out to my nigga ruck, and my niggas up in harlem

That be balling up the rockers

You know it flows real stanley

True story shit, fuck hurricane sandy

It’s the real, know what I’m saying

Fuck em all these coast niggas man

Everytime I touch down niggas show love to me

So it’s only right I show love back, you know

The real shit, true story, hip hop, yo

Hey yo niggas, I fuck with styles, fuck with sheek, fuck with locks

Real life niggas I fucks with kiss

Harlem young niggas they be all for the shit

Shooters if they’ll shoot, they’ll never miss

Real life wars like my niggas got ice

Harlem niggas show me love it’s alright

It’s all love for a nigga like me

Real talk, I’m a real ass nigga, in any block

Any street

To my niggas in jersey, you heard me

Shout out to lady l, doing the jersey girls

Sunday we making movies in that bitch

Throwing money in the air like groovy in this shit

I’m a tril nigga phillie niggas know what’s up

Shout out my nigga gilly, meek mills nigga, warrup

Tone trump, y’all niggas know what it do

Sandman, big jack nigga this is for you

Never gonn stop with this hip hop

Real shit nigga if my diss fly back to the big block

Fuck niggas talking I rock like kid rock

Giving niggas dr day

Can’t see me any way, I’m the hood in the hallway

Still keep it always

Niggas know hot pepper crystal with the hot sauce

When I triple out on these niggas like hot salt

And one, granny call me handsome

Still getting money, tie these niggas out for ransom

Shout out to another nigga named ransom

You know we out here do it, flow back fluid

These niggas better get used to it,

They must have lost it, I’m flowing

Freestyling, I’ll never get exhausted,

Toss it, throw the paper bag in the bag with the fumbles

And the moneys bout the tone, under the jungle

You niggas know me, same og, same nigga in the hoods, low key

Posted up, free my nigga true life, y’all know what to do right

Free my nigga wassup, y’all already know though

Shout out to my nigga sam scoffle, and my nigga uncle murda

New york niggas I heard you

And that nigga moob just murdered, iron solomon

That shit was real crazy...but solid man

True story, never front on my folks,

To the president, living elegant

Shout out my nigga president, nigga I was heaven sent destined

Blessing, when I come through, never stressing

I’m wrestling, dippin niggas dippin

Suplex off the top, roach, what y’all niggas do next

Top, randy savage with the elbow drop

The leg drop, hulk hogan rip a nigga shirt

Won’t stop, ultimate warrior, I’m shaking ropes up

No wrestling, I just choke ya

Papa jungle, how you niggas scared for

I enter the ring, freestyle king

Still doing this thing

Y’all niggas know me, ball so hard,

Niggas swear I was kobe

Ball head a niggal like...still come through with the 4 heat

4 pounds slowly, laying nigga down with the town that I’m repping

Oakland, but they didn’t know sections

I’m real in the hood, you still in the hood

Nigga got money but still in the hood

I’m tril in the hood, all feel in the hood

But go guard your shit cause niggas steal in the hood

Especially in the block that I’m from

Niggas know me what it is, aha.