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Paroles : Steams vs. Prez Mafia
I just wanna say the difference between me and Kareem is...
n***a, you rap fast!
But it's Kareem could rap
I mean, if you wanna call overreact and, and word association talent, then I guess the n***a Steams is mean with a pen
But, I watched the news and they said this whole week only cools, bet us leave (leaves/sleeves) with the win (wind)
It's the Game of Death, and I'm young Bruce Lee
I swing at his chin, to the top level, but
Only to fight Kareem at the end
Abdul, Ja-- (ya) boy ain't even begin to scheme in this b*t*h
But it's Cakes that, Cakes this
You really like the sound, Cakes?
What, because I'm lightskin, like Drake
And 'til you see a pound, Cake!
That arm extended, but it ain't to give you a pound, Cake
But it's to hang 'em off a balcony, now that's a upside down Cake
I said n***a, this sh*t personal
So it's no time for planning it out
You advertising on how you the flyer rapper, so I'm handin' 'em out
Ya b*t*h a thot
I said his b*t*h a thot
And I'm trying to see what the brains about
I heard the sh*t is bonkers, that b*t*h got that Mr Rodgers
n***a, she undress in front of the kid, and then let us run a train through the house
Round one, I got lines, n***a have to react to
Like he saw the steel and almost caught a mill', but that's the Cassidy battle
And that sh*t light
n***a, you ever seen that flick Life?
f**k talking, I just swing, these can't-get-rights
And that sh*t light
I got another flip for you, if you think that's crazy
Life, you just can't get right, for f**king with that white, I had to black, baby
I don't doubt 'em
Long strap, I get to poppin' at 'em
See these (CDs) and Steams'll rock a cap like The Chronic album
But we the best out the bunch
Ain't no way out this sh*t
Let me tell you why
One of ya n***as ain't got no clout in this
This n***a had two PGs
No, no no no no, yesterday, that's three PGs
And didn't even amount to sh*t
n***a, I had my name since '98
How you gon' try to get a double Prez named Pres Dubs, ain't that a counterfeit?
Cus I kill 'em for what it's worth, and since killing's like giving birth
I'mma aim at his head first, then I'm out this b*t*h
Even if you didn't get it, I'm still out this b*t*h
What you gonna say; tooth jokes, DNA?
My n***a I'm still killing
This sh*t is like Shyne and Guerilla Black on a track, it's a big difference
My n***a soldiers, we put a black hawk down and it's still spitting
Cus n***as said they want old Prez back
So meet Bill Clinton
Hold it down
Woosah, n***a!
Got me in a suitcase in ya crib, that's big business
Strap, all the way around, like bras for big b*t*hes
Just to serve 'em, like grandma cooking, them big biscuits
Act badder, you get put in a mix with [?]
b*t*h, step ya writtens up
Keep grinding, move unto bigger stuff
And tell Wavy, as far being lazy, I (eye) ain't Forest Whitaker
You just ain't big enough
n***a, you ain't a wise guy, ya sweet
You turn (U turn) on me, the stick shift you when I drive by ya street
A janitor, I clean up
And by the side [?] them keys, for some of youth
Cus I been trippin' with nines now for weeks
Pick a bet
Figure vets ain't get a check
They get me vexed
I show the (shoulder) strap and take L, both (elbow) of y'all getting stretched
Victim, yes
I been putting in fire, the flame flicker flesh
I'm good to go
I'm cooking on the low, that's a midget chef
It's the X!
Woosah, n***a
n***a, you rap fast!
But it's Kareem could rap
I mean, if you wanna call overreact and, and word association talent, then I guess the n***a Steams is mean with a pen
But, I watched the news and they said this whole week only cools, bet us leave (leaves/sleeves) with the win (wind)
It's the Game of Death, and I'm young Bruce Lee
I swing at his chin, to the top level, but
Only to fight Kareem at the end
Abdul, Ja-- (ya) boy ain't even begin to scheme in this b*t*h
But it's Cakes that, Cakes this
You really like the sound, Cakes?
What, because I'm lightskin, like Drake
And 'til you see a pound, Cake!
That arm extended, but it ain't to give you a pound, Cake
But it's to hang 'em off a balcony, now that's a upside down Cake
I said n***a, this sh*t personal
So it's no time for planning it out
You advertising on how you the flyer rapper, so I'm handin' 'em out
Ya b*t*h a thot
I said his b*t*h a thot
And I'm trying to see what the brains about
I heard the sh*t is bonkers, that b*t*h got that Mr Rodgers
n***a, she undress in front of the kid, and then let us run a train through the house
Round one, I got lines, n***a have to react to
Like he saw the steel and almost caught a mill', but that's the Cassidy battle
And that sh*t light
n***a, you ever seen that flick Life?
f**k talking, I just swing, these can't-get-rights
And that sh*t light
I got another flip for you, if you think that's crazy
Life, you just can't get right, for f**king with that white, I had to black, baby
I don't doubt 'em
Long strap, I get to poppin' at 'em
See these (CDs) and Steams'll rock a cap like The Chronic album
But we the best out the bunch
Ain't no way out this sh*t
Let me tell you why
One of ya n***as ain't got no clout in this
This n***a had two PGs
No, no no no no, yesterday, that's three PGs
And didn't even amount to sh*t
n***a, I had my name since '98
How you gon' try to get a double Prez named Pres Dubs, ain't that a counterfeit?
Cus I kill 'em for what it's worth, and since killing's like giving birth
I'mma aim at his head first, then I'm out this b*t*h
Even if you didn't get it, I'm still out this b*t*h
What you gonna say; tooth jokes, DNA?
My n***a I'm still killing
This sh*t is like Shyne and Guerilla Black on a track, it's a big difference
My n***a soldiers, we put a black hawk down and it's still spitting
Cus n***as said they want old Prez back
So meet Bill Clinton
Hold it down
Woosah, n***a!
Got me in a suitcase in ya crib, that's big business
Strap, all the way around, like bras for big b*t*hes
Just to serve 'em, like grandma cooking, them big biscuits
Act badder, you get put in a mix with [?]
b*t*h, step ya writtens up
Keep grinding, move unto bigger stuff
And tell Wavy, as far being lazy, I (eye) ain't Forest Whitaker
You just ain't big enough
n***a, you ain't a wise guy, ya sweet
You turn (U turn) on me, the stick shift you when I drive by ya street
A janitor, I clean up
And by the side [?] them keys, for some of youth
Cus I been trippin' with nines now for weeks
Pick a bet
Figure vets ain't get a check
They get me vexed
I show the (shoulder) strap and take L, both (elbow) of y'all getting stretched
Victim, yes
I been putting in fire, the flame flicker flesh
I'm good to go
I'm cooking on the low, that's a midget chef
It's the X!
Woosah, n***a
