CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Rap City Freestyle
Ayo J-A-D-A, Pinkett or Kiss
No matter how I look at him, I think of a chick
No matter how I switch it up, think of a actor
Kid stick to the script I’ma give him a clip
Styles died on a holiday
Kiss die on a Holiday, shots like first of year
On ya’ block like first of month, you get shot from the front to the rear
Got Glocks in the back of the trunk, got pumps on the back of the seat
Young punks on the back of the street
AK’s in they hand, they let the latest movie edit they life
I keep the latest Uzi letting off pipes, that’s gangsta
I’m in a class all by myself, run they ass all by myself, that’s danger
You want a war n***a that’s what it is
Full-metal jackets dressing ya’ kids
They screaming D-Block like they ready to die today
I clip Hood, rest of the clip for Holiday
And, Jada gon’ hate us ‘til his ass buried
But Yonkers want no more drama, ask Mary
Be for real
You ain’t a real homie, all my real homies know it’s D for real
Mouthpiece for all y’all
Mack cooked his beef, that loss Kiss took speaks for all y’all
Man they all broads
I got something fresh out the box if [?] tempt me I let ‘em all off
Cut at you haters
J-Hood play G it be ya’ death homie, just like Jada
No matter how I look at him, I think of a chick
No matter how I switch it up, think of a actor
Kid stick to the script I’ma give him a clip
Styles died on a holiday
Kiss die on a Holiday, shots like first of year
On ya’ block like first of month, you get shot from the front to the rear
Got Glocks in the back of the trunk, got pumps on the back of the seat
Young punks on the back of the street
AK’s in they hand, they let the latest movie edit they life
I keep the latest Uzi letting off pipes, that’s gangsta
I’m in a class all by myself, run they ass all by myself, that’s danger
You want a war n***a that’s what it is
Full-metal jackets dressing ya’ kids
They screaming D-Block like they ready to die today
I clip Hood, rest of the clip for Holiday
And, Jada gon’ hate us ‘til his ass buried
But Yonkers want no more drama, ask Mary
Be for real
You ain’t a real homie, all my real homies know it’s D for real
Mouthpiece for all y’all
Mack cooked his beef, that loss Kiss took speaks for all y’all
Man they all broads
I got something fresh out the box if [?] tempt me I let ‘em all off
Cut at you haters
J-Hood play G it be ya’ death homie, just like Jada
