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letra de reply or die - big boy h

[verse 1: big boy h]

they got me trippin’, the bloodline harmony
suckin’ off of their pops’ fame and earning money
don’t understand how bone came to be through eazy-e
i show them my talent they ask for 3 grand, suck on these
what if eazy had your daddies pay up front
there won’t be any bone, they gon’ still be selling blunts
on the streets of cleveland, east 99, and st. clair
there won’t be love for the money
no thuggish ruggish, no blair
i’m in high school you want me to pay 3 grand?
listen to me first i’m a hustler i ain’t some boy band
i got flow like krayzie and i got lyrics like bizzy
and yet you don’t realize what it is that you are missing
there’s something wrong with you stig
cuz i’m the best i’m the king
you won’t be sh-t without your parents’ fame
and outta the game
i got huge respect for yo pops
they were nothing but inspiration, and busting chops
i loved ’em since the faces of death to the third world war
the best was money money, they now stopped no more
it’s a shame that we’re stuck with sh-t like, drake a$ap
if it were up to me, i woulda’ shot ’em in the cap
we gotta bring back the game and trash the new sh-t
gotta get dre back in the game and rap, and take a hit

u gon’ be sweepin’ the streets, fakin’ the beats, beatin’ ur meat, and takin’ a seat
and watchin’ me rap, and havin’ a clap, and scr-ppin’ your raps, and fillin’ the gaps

[verse 2: big boy h]

yeah you heard me, you didn’t wanna hear what i had
you don’t know what it feels like to have what it takes, go ask your dads
i’ve been writing day night, been distracted from school
gettin’ in the game, spittin’ dope, and drowning into this pool
of sorrow
and rejection i can’t take it no more
gotta give you a piece of my mind, n-gg- you started the war
now don’t chicken out and face me up front, you better fight it
i don’t think you got a chance, even though it’s 1 on 5
it’s handicapped, but all i really need is my mind
and not 4 others that help me write my lyrics so they rhyme
i’m a one man army all against you five
you better grab the toughest armor and go hide in your hive
cuz once i start spitting, i don’t stop
until the opposition’s on the floor, suck my c-ck
you brought it on yourself, you slept on this opportunity
you turned me down, oh what could have been the possibility
now its your chance to suffer and find a way to strike back
but i doubt there is a way when you’ve been burnt so bad
it must be hard living off of the bone thugs
just leechin’ off their cash, not producing any thing that’s worth

[verse 3: big boy h]

you call yourself the bloodline of bone thugs n harmony
the only thing good that you carry is their blood, the irony
you ticked me off when you demanded 3 grand
just for looking at my stuff, that was the last strand
now i’m going all out
you motherf-ckers can listen to my stuff and burn
i’ll help you out
i ain’t keepin’ anything to myself
i’m gonna spit it all out, and get onto your nerves
you f-cking elves
you thought i was a kid, rapping new school sh-t
i’ve kept it real ever since n-gg-, now shut your sh-t
all i wanted was appreciation, but all you n-gg-s were too caught up in countin’ the money
i don’t do any of this for the cash
i just like it when i’m acknowledged for keeping it real, spinning the wheel, sealin’ the deal
you n-gg-s gots to ‘preciate
with my ak i’m still the thug that you love to hate
this is thug life, i’m not askin’ to figure-skate
i’m just askin’ if you’re as real as you say
then show me by beating this
let’s talk face to face and see what you got
i spat my verses now lets see how you n-gg-s take the shot!

- big boy h

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