» verse 1
I spit crazy... my flow Is Bin Laden
Money getting Long, i gotta wrap with a magnum
no rubber bands, little dicks you can't hang
I'm everything missing from the rap game, illy
you can't catch me like breath when its gone
i give you goose bumps through the microphone i'm on
it's like you hearing Em, Pac, L, Pun and Jigga
Biggie, Andre, 50 cent, and other hard hitters
wow.... Khid gets down is what you thinkin
gotta be slow if not says Abe Lincoln
sorry... you probably only use to whack rhymes
You get the underground everytime you hear mine
pump me up like some rees as I slam another hit
forget a radio i'm Hip-Hop in nine-six
I don't got a record deal 'cause I don't ride dick
plus I'mma Hussla, i don't need y'all chips
» verse 2
I'm real as ever, baby mother, and i been in jail
if i aint statistically black then tell me what's real
twenty five and think judges should all eat dick
unless they non-prejudice with their wooden stick
censor me, a radio can't play brotha's the real songs
think a record label playing me, you dead wrong
life is ping pong, up and down, side to side
always return fire, never let a shot slide
{{what u mean? like i should shoot somebody when they talk crazy?}
{{nahhh man.. cause half of them just talking.. just means eye for an eye...}
» verse 3
going against me is like suicide, you'll never win
Cause on the low, if you know, nobody better than
the c-k-h-i to the pure D
I'm dope on the microphone, overdose tryin me
the big pay back and this is going way back
to any sucka saying i wouldn't get the major stacks
i pimp the game, not whores, like i'm cadillac
i want the money, both managers and hood rats
now everybody take a listen to this last verse
anybody in my prescence better know my worth
i am king like kong, and it is no joke
i eat a haters insides like stick smoke
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Song Credits
written by:
C.Khid
year written:
2009
artist(s) featured:
C.KhiD
instrumental by:
DF Beats
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