STRETCH ARMSTRONG - F.T. Freestyle lyrics

rate me

(feat. F.T. (Street Smartz))

Yeah, Street Smartz, Stretch Armstrong

97, Fuc That representin BK, QU

One time, check it

Yo, yo

Niggas your rhymes be soundin short

I take your whole town to court

Plus my 4-pound support when I hold down the fort

F.T. is a spiritual feeler

Lyrical thriller

My material's iller than the brain of a serial killer

You get your block slaughtered by the glock sporter

Quick to fuck a cop's daughter

Then drown her in hot water

Illuminatti ain't have nuttin to do with Gotti

Through trees I blew a shotty through the body of Juliany

I wanna bann 'em

Governments I can't stand 'em

I used to catch tambertentials

When I heard a national anthem

F gets hysterically

Thinkin of killin

But don't got the stability, ability or artillery

Fuc That is a fly name

I can feel a high strain

In my brain I catch live pains to give me migraines

It takes a lot of examination and understandination

Consume much animation is contamination

Yeah, NYC, BK, QU

Uptown, Boogie-Down, Staten-Isle, Strong-Isle

Yo, Yo, Yo

Why always gotta worry about shots fillin me

Cops killin me, hostility and hammer

The hospital be wooby

These streets is too evil

Tools from more than a few people who shoot needles

Drug abusin in slumbs

Look at Pop Dukes' beautiful sons

Son packin an, usual gun for mutual funds

All I want is monopoly

Cops ain't possibly stoppin me

Properly and niggas is probably thinkin of robbin me

In this jungle it's hard to see these elderly people...