a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de jugular - oz the hitmaker

so you motherf-ckers forgot?
this my sh-t
y’all n-ggas round here actin’ all friendly and sh-t
this sh-t competition man
sometimes you gotta remind a motherf-cker… who is king!

how the f-ck these n-ggas gon’ stop me?
i’m goin’ all in it from the beginning winnin’, pennin’ it properly
when i’m in the building i’m k!llin’ catchin a body
you think you f-ckin’ wit’ me you really trippin’ off molly
it’s a light stretch, no pilates, you got me?
a lotta weight on these bars and ain’t n0body can spot me
y’all n-ggas do it for a hobby
i do it cuz i’m hotter than wasabi, a couple shots of the sake
owe me money, you know we comin’ inside your lobby
i’ll leave yo’ head redder than yachty up on my broccoli
now the labels callin’, they runnin’ comin’ to sign me [?] city!
you n-ggas know where to find me
i’ma livin’ legend i’m writin’ my documentary
got a lotta haters out here tryna’ to plot against me
i ain’t worried about the drama, keep the chopper with me
n-gga, this sh-t i’m holdin, it’ll turn your whole block to mincemeat
no punchlines, holyhead is boxing with me
i got mob, dmx and the locks up in me
a little em’ in this, spittin venomous [?] to this beat
i’m einstein, biggie smalls, pac, davinci and even though you hatin’ you be rockin’ wit me
sayin’ the verse dope but i’m too condescendin’
it must take a lotta energy to compliment me
homie this ain’t a course, i’m out here redefining history!
i’m oz, but you already know who the king is
smooth criminal, man i’m back on my billie jean sh-t
north carolina on the chopper when i swing it
let it k-k-k-k-k-k, you gettin’ your whole team hit
[?] the panic, i told you that i’m a savage
i’ll chop the body and hack it and douse it all in the acid
the ambulance in a frantic ‘cuz ain’t no toe for the taggin’
i’ll murder the competition then take a p-ss on the casket
the way that i’m cookin’ up the verses, you thinkin’ it’s tragic
who hotter than me, work the prodigy
i’ll be wreakin’ havoc
facts!
you n-ggas know my whole mob deep
dope flow and i’m out here servin’ a whole 9 piece
i’m a different breed, homie, you don’t ride like me
who ever made this i know they sayin’ he fried my beef
no breaks, i be really on the ground while you sleep
keep the engine running, you ain’t got the drive like me. (yeah)
i’m takin’ heads and takin’ names again
chopping up body parts and rearranging them
beat the beat up while i’m bashin’ your cranium
blood on the floor, on the walls, i be stainin’ em
you know the flow goin’ hard as uranium!
i want the gun and the stadium!
momma told me to go hard and don’t play wit ’em
get the money, bring it back to the atm
i ain’t wit the talkin’, man, i’m here to eat ya!
hip-hop still alive, i’m the rarest creature
one punch line, knock you outta’ pair of sneakers
man, i’m startin’ to think you n-ggas is scared of features
smoke a muhf-cker like he shared the reefer
knock the patch out yo’ head like you wiz khalifa
i go harder than this, you only gettin’ a teaser
i’m an animal in a game witchu’ amateur divas

i ain’t stoppin i get to choppin’ wit my ebonics
i design it on a whole ‘nother level, a [?]
keep it honest, i’m out here grindin’ like i be 9 to 5’in and f-ck being humble!
they gotta’ n-gga in beast mode
i’ma giant, the heart of a lion, defyin’ tyrants
going to war with the titans, i am a viking
the spirit of leonidas resides inside of a fighter
got me b-b-b-bustin’ and b-b-back on my reload!
weak? no
how oz flow? he a beast though!
debo, over the beat though, you poquito
sleep? no
i’d rather be woke than be broke
keep up, a lotta these other rappers are weak though
i don’t see none of you n-ggas in the future, cleo
destroyin’ the competition, i kick it like aikido
when i’m spittin’ to leave you in a position that be fetal
man the way that i’m k!llin’ these rappers, it should be illegal
i came to spit proper
pull out that big chopper, body bag, zip lock ya’
all these rap imposters with feminine posture, can’t [?] with this [?]
i am a hip-hopper, definition of a rapper
once you know just what it takes, mumble rappers ain’t safe
y’all just food up on a plate
i’m the monster you gon’ face, yeah, n-gga i done put you in your place!

- oz the hitmaker

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS