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Tytuł: Tha great

  • Wykonawca: King Tee
  • Wy¶wietleń: 230

  
   (Really like to rock the funky beats) --> Chuck D
  
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  The majestic great from the head to the toes
  I ain't in a gang, I'm in my favorite clothes
  But I can scrap with any enemies or foes
  Cause I'm champion, just ask all my hoes
  Please don't push, or you wish that you didn't
  We're goin toe to toe, and it ain't no kickin
  My moves are kinda slick and my punches be stickin
  So put up your dukes, you little half-priced chicken
  Don't brother-brother me, cause I ain't your kin
  I'm aimin for the end, and I'm off that gin
  Tee came to separate boys from the men
  If I see another dance step, I'm shootin for the chin
  I sag when I stroll, cause I'm known as a hood
  I fuck real good, got trophies for the wood
  Hub City hangin, I love shootin fakes
  So bitch, make way for King Tee Tha Great
  Come on (say yeah)
  (Check it out y'all
  You don't stop
  Keep on) --> Big Daddy Kane
  
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  Back on the block I got juice with the gees
  I was writin rhymes while they picked up ki's
  Yeah, I got homies that be throwin up b's
  And I got family that be throwin up c's
  But to the O.G.'s it's all about paper
  Let's sling these birds and gangbang later
  I gotta be the great, cause ain't nobody greater
  A obvious rhyme would be E-Swift is on the fader
  Since I'm out west I bought a holster for my glock
  Sittin on the roof [censored] at the muthafuckin cops
  And the fuckin bitches that's burnin in a cock
  And Lord forbid, don't let me see my pops
  Cause it'll be a buck-buck, and another buck-buck
  I don't give a fuck, he left mom duke stuck
  No remorse, cause I love shootin fakes
  So run, nigga, run, here comes King Tee Tha Great