Testo Bully Cypher, Vol. 3 - Big C's Bullies feat. Kryple, Konfidential, Merkules, Prada West, Fatal Wordz & C-Lance
Testo della canzone Bully Cypher, Vol. 3 (Big C's Bullies feat. Kryple, Konfidential, Merkules, Prada West, Fatal Wordz & C-Lance), tratta dall'album Bully Cypher, Vol. 3
This just in mutha fucka
We here now (C-Lance)
PG to Surrey
Animalistic, a savage with instinct
I'm in these back streets boy
And all these rappers are N'sync
Y'all can't fathomed what's happening
The man is sadistic
I'm locked in like an inmate
Wearing shackles in prison
Look
I'm from a place
Where we grew up on Kimchi
I'm 10 deep in Prince George
And I show up with Big C
The sharks in the water
When you going up shits creek
My shits dope, one hit
And your rollin with clenched teeth
Bang bang
Bullets just knocked your bro
Off of his 10 speed
Y'all are see through
Just like a hoe in a wet tee
I'm the dopest of mc's
So you don't wanna test me
I know your address homie
I know how to end beef
It's big Merkules
(Look)
I'm a bring it back
In some fresh lace asics
Let the flame spit
Lift you right out your chain kid
I been on one
These other rappers know this
Click pow
Put the frame back in focus
These other lames
Talk game and they hopeless
I done been about a bag
I'm atrocious
Back with a dope sound
Back on a beat with merk
Fuckin up my hometown
Gotta punchline
To lift them on their feet
And this ain't made
For a stomach that's weak
Your whole rap style obsolete
I get to pressing your rib cage
With a tray five seven
Bang bang
Go tell a friend
I'm cooler then who your favourite is
Play 'em this
I bet you couldn't see me like a Pegasus
I'm on the go I never know
What time of day it is
I just keep my eyes out
For the snakes and all the plagiarists
And y'all as cheap as a dollar tree
I'm on top of my game
And I'm on top of my lyrics
Like an apostrophe
Shout out to Big C
I'm a bully for real
This day-n-nite drip
Make me look as good as I feel
(It's Kryple)
I refuse to make a statement
That's why these jakes chase me
We're catching more bodies
Then the basement of Wayne Gacy
I'm blatant, the game hates me
Stayin ghost like I'm Swayze
Staying to close
Will get you choked like I'm Gracie
All up in the octagon
Fist a cuffs, I'm dropping bombs
So Fuckin faded
I don't even know who's song I'm on
But all show you what the truth is
Your scared to show your face
Like that guy from Home Improvement
Smokin dope I lose it
But this cash, I got a fistful
When I'm on the mic
I stay attacking like a pit bull
Cock back the hammer
But no it's not loaded yet
I come to collect
Bounty hunter like I'm Boba Fett
It's some west coast flavour
I don't stress no haters
All about my paper
Everyday of my life
I be stacking up bank
And I'm a always do it major
(Money, money)
It's like I'm cookin on a bake show
(Yeah, yeah)
The way I mother fuckin make doe
(Yeah, yeah)
So I'm moving in the fast lane
I ain't talking about monopoly
When I be talking about the cash game
It's all profit now
I'm quick to lock it down
It's like I'm C walkin
On these hoes the way I hop around
There ain't no stoppin now
And I'm a rock the Crowd
I let the money do the talkin
I just walk
So ya my pockets loud
It's Big C in the building
Stay tuned for more
Stay tuned for volume 4
BigCbullies.com
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Lanciani, Cole Stevenson, Tyler Birch, Cole Derkatch, John Kryple, Chris Vigue, Gio Nardi
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