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the hood$tars - hot 97 freestyle lyrics
hot 97 freestyle lyrics
uh, yeah, yo, yo
uh_oh, nicki m sped_off in the bm
with patty duke in the coupe behind her
‘cause mami’s a rider, the heat beside her
[?] chickens wanna go against prada
ya’ll must be jokin’
i don’t care if you think you blood or you local
mami, go against nicki, have your [?] roasting
the poster girl of queens, don’t forget that
‘cause it’s the scooby doody of rap when i spit, brrap
done when i’m through spittin’
leave clips in your head like a beautician
boo, listen, i’m not your average rap chick in the game
i told you i’m rap slash actess in the game
yup, nicki all about the fortune and famе
got my n_gga seven up with the torch to your brain, it’s nothing
shе too pretty, sk!lled but yet gritty
packed the twin blizzy, yes i gets busy
oh no, who is she?
pardon me for not explaining my name
i’m nicki mirag, on top of my game
and chicks and dudes be plottin’ the same
that’s why i keep the hidden cam ontop of the range
check it, yo, check it
yo, it’s the next eppisode
we ‘bout to wreck the show
wake up, f my ice, neck still dripped with gold
text so [?]
even if i go plat’, neck still dripped with gold
new jack the ripper in the back with a stripper
with the hash and the liquor
with the stash and the dipper
no cash game is sicker
no passion to kiss her
whatchu tryna do?
pump that, lou, i’m tryna smash her and forget her
c’mon, hypnotiq to the gut, six bottles in the trunk
six models in the [?], quick model, that’s what’s up
money over b_tches, don’t f_ck with you snitches
[?] in the cut like the stitches
in the gut of your b_tches
ain’t she giving knowledge, my nuts she done pollished
everything is chris wallace
[?] to the papers, d_mn she caught the vapors
she said my man is like the knicks and i’m the lakers
yo, i’m tryna make these millions
god, feel what i’m saying?
either rapping or clappin’ [?]
i’m rap animal, call me doctor doolittle
mess with me, dawg, your doc will do little
the wrists look like two bags of blue skittles
and don’t reach [?] the [?] and split ya
pro tools’ll get ya and i do flow man
and i’m not r kelly, i don’t do 16’s
i might spit 30, might snap you a 60
f your crew, chump, i’ll eat your whole city
and then sh_t them out, you know the kid is out
tangerine, quarter to 8, get it out
i plan to act up so ya’ll better strap up
[?] because your whole face wrapped up
it’s the end of your show, your whole sh_t clapped up
join the rap race then get your whole team lapped up
i posted pictures, all pictures are posted
on the v with the toaster, close like i’m supposed ‘ta
make my money faster than the green [?]
i’m ‘bout to hand your stupid ass up like i’m supposed ‘ta
go ‘head and diss us, theres no time to discuss
we just gon’ light your broke ass up like christmas
[?] stay in line like skates
before i put the 9 to his mind and seal his fate
f_ck a piece of the pie, i sn_tch a cake and a plate
i don’t blame you, i blame your mom’s for breeding with snakes
put holes through your sweater, no matter the weather
leave you like swiss cheese and [?] cheddar
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