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letra de puttin' me on my knees - the takerproof

i tote hammers around like cell phones keep ’em on my belt
so if you think you hotter than toon keep it to yourself
yeah i’m holding conversation you can speak to it yourself
just know when i reach i ain’t reaching for my health
and it ain’t just for me i just ain’t speakin for streets
i’m belle pepper slash across i’ll pour your blood in the streets
but every angel go hard to be in sequence with myself
i run around spittin flame extinguishing myself
and n0body gave me this vision i seen the sh-t myself
far as rap go i’m just competing with myself
so some of my nicest bars i’m speaking to myself
rap n-ggas can’t f-ck with me i’m sleeping with myself
and i’m having my biggest issues beefin with myself
might do some dumb sh-t to get even with myself
but look how far i got just believing in myself n-gga…

[hook 4x: sample]
puttin’ me on my knees, puttin’ me on my kness tellin’ me move and i’m dead

young black male
i try to effect by kicking the facts
and stacking much mail
i’m packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
and f-ck goin to jail
cuz i ain’t equipped to stop how i look
i don’t sell ya-yo
they teachin a brother like i was in books
follow me into a flow
i’m sure you know, which way to go
i’m hittin em out of the dopes
so slip on the slope, let’s skip on the flow
i’m f-ckin the sl-ts and hoes
the bigger the b-tts the tighter the clothes
the gimminy jimminy grows
then whaddya know, it’s off with some clothes
rowd when the crowd says hoe
that let’s me know, they know i can flow
love when they come to my shows
i get up and go, with skins before

[hook]

when i’m collecting my dough
i never respect, the one that i back
the quicker the n-gga can rap
the bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
what kind of style is that?
the style of a mack, and ready to jack
i rendered up piles of black
the wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
i hate it when real n-gga bust
they hate when i cuss, they threaten to bust
i had enough of the fuss
i bust what i bust, and cuss when i must
they gave me a charge for sales
for selling the tales of young black males
yes n-gga, n-i-g-g-a n-ggas
ay n-gga you can’t handle that sh-t!
p-ss that man!
puttin’ me on my kness tellin’ me move and i’m dead

- the takerproof

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