the rhyme king
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i got nas nas too ill with the lyrics and rhyming shyt he ill as motherfukker with the rhymes.
Yo, yo, yo
Throw nikkas of Yachts, hoe nikkas get shot
My bytches ran, 'cause I'm stupid
I put your shyt on digital cam
Light up an ounce, let my bytches watch it on the television
Hell of relentless, fifty a pop, sell it like menace
But when I'm sleep, all I see is white skeleton image
It's telling me somthing, maybe it's my fella's I'm missing
In hell they want me, the signs of my days gon' bad
And deals gon' wrong, makes me pump my gauge all mad
nikkas is foul, gassing me, tell me to kill
For something minor, when real nikkas tell me to chill
I let it ride for a minute, when they sleep it's over
That's when I appear in the night like the Reaper, soldier
Street justice, bytches got my name on Double D cups
They need crutches, when I done fukked 'em and beat it up
I opened up Shakespeare's tomb, stole his remains
And grinded his bones, then smoked it and got in the game
Yo, yo, yo
Throw nikkas of Yachts, hoe nikkas get shot
My bytches ran, 'cause I'm stupid
I put your shyt on digital cam
Light up an ounce, let my bytches watch it on the television
Hell of relentless, fifty a pop, sell it like menace
But when I'm sleep, all I see is white skeleton image
It's telling me somthing, maybe it's my fella's I'm missing
In hell they want me, the signs of my days gon' bad
And deals gon' wrong, makes me pump my gauge all mad
nikkas is foul, gassing me, tell me to kill
For something minor, when real nikkas tell me to chill
I let it ride for a minute, when they sleep it's over
That's when I appear in the night like the Reaper, soldier
Street justice, bytches got my name on Double D cups
They need crutches, when I done fukked 'em and beat it up
I opened up Shakespeare's tomb, stole his remains
And grinded his bones, then smoked it and got in the game
