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ultra - nyc street corner battle كلمات الأغنية

(thug) i told you this f–kin guy man
yo man, yo b, this is my f–kin block, get the f–k off

(keith) shut the f–k up
you never had a f–kin green card in your f–kin life
you don’t any means to make f–kin money

(thug) what? what the f–k you talkin bout mayn?

(keith) you f–kin stupid, plantella adidas motherf–ker
(thug) sat-rday night live, john travolta -ss motherf–ker
(keith) suck my d-ck
(thug) you f–kin spaghetti and meatball eatin motherf–ker
(keith) you don’t have any f–kin knowledge
(thug) f–k you man, conio man, suck my d-ck man
(keith) little italy ay, you don’t know about the. real estate man
(thug) f–k you man, what the f–k you wanna do mayn?
(thug) you wanna do somethin mayn? you wanna do somethin mayn?
(thug) take this mayn {-pop-} take this mayn {-pop-}
(thug) take this mayn {-pop pop-} dead now!

(tim dog)
here we go with some new sh-t, f–k the bullsh-t
bronx n-gg-z rule sh-t, cause we always pull quick, what?
motherf–ker back up, you know wh-ssup
put two in your gut, pop pop what, now shut ’em up
mad n-gg-z wanna have this, murderous status
i’m known as the motherf–kin rhymin apparatus
the fattest, mc of the era, cause terror
could n-gg-z f–k with this? never, but however
many foes try to apprehend, they can’t comprehend
cause when they step to me they don’t win
i bend, break mc’s who fake the funk
leavin wack rappers in the back of my truck
then eat some rat poison and i drink some ammonia
came out bein that gastric felonious
serial killer, that you know, as kujo
f–k around with dog and get slammed like a sumo
“waitin to exhale” like whitney, you can’t get wit me
i wanna see that n-gg- from uptown, who bit me
bitin, never writin, that’s not excitin
i’m invitin, all y’all suckers who like fightin
so come on, bring it on, bring your weapon
no it’s not rainin but you still gettin wettened
smash your f–kin -ss like a savage, i’m randy

n-gg-z don’t want no beef cause i keep the tec handy
shoot you from your head to your toe
you have so many holes in your sh-t it spells act like you know

(unknown female mc)
well i thought you knew motherf–kers.
now take a second while i reveal myself into the industry
by smokin lyrical chokin teacher provokin mc
clear the way for me, unique, delete the weak
as i defeat the claim to be sweet, by keepin it street
lazy poet and i don’t got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb sh-t
ooooh! d-mn, no stress or contest, the impossible
i stand on top of them, no doubt about it, i’m unstoppable
got a train of focus, e’ry track i smoke this
cannabis is nice, six i’m causin a ruckus
you can’t f–k with us, known for keepin it true
not fakin the funk like bustaz, so what you gonna do?
i address, i’m better than fresh
mo’ potent than stress, now try to test, n-gg-!

(kool keith)
yeah f–k y’all motherf–kers who need y’all whole alb-m
to prove you got skills, suck this

i’m makin rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons
my style like bruce lee, mc’s walkin into the +dragon+
my bald head super sharp, i walk like telly savales
n-gg-z on a tightrope, they style is off balance
hyper mental like larry davis on the instrumental
rappers actin poodle, but i’ma drop the kennel
no threats; don’t sleep on me you slept on bernard goetz
with a berkowitz twist, your projects heard of this
my unique style r-t-rded, kids smell the p-ss
with hand grenades i cut your r-ct-m out with razor blades
emergency please, gorillas bleedin through they knees
my style werewolf – aowwwwwwwwww!
i howl on your elevator, open your door, see you late
i drop sticks of dynamite, open your mailbox
don’t look for guns, i paid some crackheads for yo’ glocks
your style berback(?), lion tiger -sscrack
no need to worry low prices call me crazy eddie
i put the head to sleep and send that brain to betty
i’m outtie. five thousand eight

- ultra

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