Smack Muzik ft. Flood

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Look brother There's a new groove There's a new thing Get's down to the nitty gritty Yeah, that's it Listen, rap to the beat, ya'll niggas can't rap to the beat Clap at ya fleet, leave ya'll niggas flat in the street Smashing ya peeps, whole fucking faculty meet Ahead of my time, rhymes'll come back in a week Smack music, that gat in ya lap music That North Cakillac with crack in the 'lac music Act stupid like niggas in special ed Yo ass'll get left for dead when I sketch yo head Bet some bread, better than any nigga you know Sean Price get nice like Henny, Remy and 'dro If eenie, meenie and moe, try to fuck up my flow Then I'll whip my gun, the semi ready to blow Smash ya face, skinny pimp, smash ya tape It's hard out there for a pimp, ask Pastor Mase Listen, I rap wild but the cash is great You, you rap mild but ya cash is late Ya'll niggas wack like Black and Harry My niggas strapped, see the mac I carry Listen, when I kill 'em, I kill 'em in cold blood I ain't playing with none of these niggas, let it go Flood Ya'll niggas don't want no drama In ya house, talking to ya mama Quick, put niggas on Slim Fast, that's a lead diet You want it with him, huh, go 'head try it Ya'll niggas ain't built like that Ya'll niggas ain't been like that Where you been at black P.E. them niggas, feel that track Let 'em know where Brooklyn at Where the fuck, we right here nigga Smack music, you sucka ass niggas get smacked to it For no particular reason, just cause you rap stupid Or maybe just cause it's heated, niggas react to it End of Pulp Fiction, you lucky you ain't get clapped to it Welcome to my animal house, or should I say the cannibal house We moved the animals out, dammit we foul Cannon's about as big as ya mother, when it hit ya, you done I don't mean like dunn dunn, dumb ass, ya done for Son, these ain't real niggas, I smell birds They a bunch of bitches that like bitches, they L Word Impersonators, I heard a hater, they a tell word Wanna send me to jail, I'mma send 'em to hell first Terrorize you like my name Osama I'm not, I'm hardcore president, Big Rock Obama That's me, you third grade math, you are not no problem Divide and subtract you niggas when the shots go blaka I am such a monster Up here, destroyed and I'm up in Don Chumps Rest assured, ya boy is fucking bonkers Just ball, like MJG, you don't want no drama Monster, never seen one, I can show ya No key cars, but I'm a rock and roller Let's roll, I drive you crazy, I'm not ya chauffeur You can not hang, you're not my posters Little Flood