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letra de intro - script (rap)

yeah
the hustler – c-ssidy
saigon
termanology
statik selaktah
stick to the script

when i was drug dealing, man (yeah)
i made a k!lling, man (yeah)
i’m not broke, i cop c0ke by the kilogram
f-ck how your feeling, man (what)
i’m a villain man, and i’ll k!ll a man
air him out like a ceiling fan
i might not of went platinum, but i’m still the man (yup)
and every cat that platinum is still a fan (yup)
when i was a kid, i was a big thriller fan (yup)
but now-a-days michael jackson ain’t still the man (hihi)
he fell off and let chris brown steal his fans (d-mn)
and soldier boy bit too cause they feel his dance (yup)
hip-hop on life support, but it’s still a chance
it can survive, it’s alive, it ain’t die yet
big and pac ain’t alive, but i ain’t die yet
i’m about to dissect the dutch cause i ain’t high yet
i wear alot of jewels, but i ain’t getted robbed yet
cause i bear arms like guys with big biceps
yes

ain’t nodody gonna stop me now
“and all the way to the top, cause”
we gonna take it to the top
“get the money, that’s it, stick to the script”
give it all we got, give it all we got, give it all we got
“and all the way to the top”
we gonna take it to the top
“get the money, that’s it stick to the script”
rock it how we rock

don’t get it f-cked up, i ain’t in it to entertain
ain’t in it for the fame, ain’t in it to get a name
i am with many consider a spitter of flame
what n-ggas done did to the game, sh-t is a shame
everybody sh-t is the same
99.99 procent of n-ggas lyrics is lame
when i spit the room temperature chance
you would swear i inherited 2pac’s soul, both christopher’s brain
mindstate of the rock, wittyness of lamont
spirit of the sidewalk, grittyness of the block
wanna play gorilla for what
trauma with saigon, sh-t will get uglier than a fertility hut
i’ll catch you with a i’ll uppercut
then watch your nose bleed enough blood for you to fill up a cup (yup)
you don’t want the nine mill to erupt
jump out the back of truck like whuttup
commenced to clappin’ you up
what-the-f-ck

termanology, chea
ayo my flow’s like 10/10
throwed of the medicin
and my bags come back fat like m&m
n0body could body me, throw me in the ring with them
simpleton rap cats, like owen hart, i’m k!llin’ them
we three of the last alive, ology, c-ss and sai
mastermind cats known for giving you cl-ssic lines
i might of not have went platinum, but i’ll sn-tch the shine
off of any platinum rapcat with this plastic nine
i rhyme gritty like sai-giggy and shyne-piddy
who wanna rhyme with me, my n-gga my minds silly
i’m from a fast city like philly the c-ss city
my tracks witty, i sn-tch fizzy to mash with me
i take a eight of dro turn it to a acres slow
make a o, bake a o, homie this the wakeup show
that’s how i spit, all these chicks on my d-ck
you just switch for the chips, i just stick to the – script

saigon
c-ssidy
termanology]
stick to the script

- script rap

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