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HAYSTAK lyrics

Run Hide Duck

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Run Hide Duck Ok children for today's vocabulary test Who would like to stand up and share with the rest of the classroom? The definition of the word- Dictate Ohh, me me me, please Okay Jason go ahead, stand up And give us the definition of the word Dictate Ok? You know Ms. Johnson, dictate How's my Dic Tate [Haystak] My minds constantly in money gettin mode I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes I came by way of a long bumpy road Doin eighty it's all gravy on the phone gettin throat From the padro?? to that hydro From that sticky to that icky Dark tinted windows on my stretch 150 Killer talkin trash Tell em boy come and get me They been bumpin for some minuets They some bitches evidently MY city represents me like fifty thousand albums They eat it up in the Ville like x-pills and Valiums God damn, you did em so dirty Jumpin up out of the back of that back 430 I shit hotter then fish grease Strong as a pitch?? Bitch please I'm none of them fake mc's That sees their enemies and run like hoes Nuthin to fear but fear foo confront your foes And tell em [Hook 8x] Run hide duck huh Bitch you heard me huh what? [Haystak] Crippling competitors crushed my opposition Walk into a room rappers stand up at attention Like Ten, hut hut hut, shovin threw the club Hollerin, what what what what Crunk and I could give a fuck Sipping syrup got me slower then molasses in December May as well show my ass in the morning I won't remember Why my hand hurts How i got this cut above my eye Holler turned to squabbling With fools from another side Fist will hurt your pride Bullets hurt your sole When they jumping out of your body Because you're bleeding out of control Oh no, I can't go out like this Layin here with my drawers full of shit and piss You ignorant son-of-a trailer park tramp Who in the fuck do you think I am? God damn, you only get one more warning Then you're goin to sleep But it aint gonna be no yawning [Hook 8x] Run hide duck huh Bitch you heard me huh what? [Haystak] If i could make this verse as hard as the other two This song would be a banging mother fucker dude Haystak, alias moonshine, big stak, mista mac Mista if we beefing watch your god damn back Even in showers, even at picnics My clicks thicker then brick mix Bullets fatally attracted like lunatic chicks Who jumped on your dick cause your record was hot Found out where your family stays, can't blow up the spot Huh, what Can you say clothes in the yard? Bitch dun threw some grits and barley missed me swear to god My old lady got more heart then the majority of them IF I don't like it I go in the source Say it in public and fuck em It wasn't no accident or homicide I purposely buck em The fuckin snitch sold out my cousin Got him busted at customs You like em but don't trust em Fuck em but don't love em If you really think he's bluffin Take the gun away from em [Hook 8x] Run hide duck huh Bitch you heard me huh what?

We Bust

504 BOYZ "Goodfellas"
(feat. Ghetto Commission, Krazy) [Silkk talking] Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right We have to bring the headbusters down From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me [chorus (Krazy) 1X] These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep [Halloway] I'm from that 405 backwards WhereI fell in these tractors Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. I'm from the Terrordome Where niggas sport hair and bone And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. No love for hos Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed Set you up And get cut And act like they don't know fuck I'm from that dirty Where niggas will kill behind that birdie We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. [G-Spade] War and collide Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die HIt yo' block from both sides GC's sick and tired These niggas don't play Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. Better ask them niggas do they really want war They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg Shit's real Get your cap peeled Feel your blood spill Keep this snub, no steel Cuz these thugs will kill [Valario] It's war wit' this six slugs Known to sell drugs Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust 504, nothin' but murderas among us Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. 504, the Westbanks comin' real 504, them other niggas know the deal [chorus 2X] [Silkk the Shocker] Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate. While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day. If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight. War, we about that nigga Fuck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga Cuz we about the figgas Still about the triggas To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup 19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck. Thugged out NIgga, I love this clout Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that. They'll put it there, where your chest at Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that. [chorus 2X] [Krazy talking] Now Fuck it Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga Ghetto Commission nigga And that nigga Silkk Haha, and Krazy I'm just thuggin' It's all love, babay This No Limit shit deep nigga You niggas can't swim Don't get in the muthafuckin' water Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch We don't give a fuck It's ain't no love Nothin' but thugs DRAMA!

So Hardcore

BUSTA RHYMES "When Disaster Strikes"
Zigga [7x] Ha ha ha, yo Ya'll [25x] Yo, I walk through brick walls Fuck around hijack your whole shopping malls I be rippin shit, that's my word bond Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond Do just what ya told The remote control Crash cars and shit Ya know how we role When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and my mans Ha, breakin flows, ha for my fans Strike matches, golden egg hatches Request line is open send all your faxes Freaks the flows with no rehersan Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin Just so wak you make people start cursin Flows contradict worser than the King James version Turn on the mic but your shit will stop workin Beats brudlized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches Forget mad love Well ya'll niggas britches Amateur, why won't you look right at the calender A matter of time before I start to damage ya So starting to just bust my rhyme calbo Consecutive wounds like a nigga stamager Ya, my whole team get wild cream Poloticin every move to the extreme [Chorus(4x)] So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Ha, yo I come right through the door With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes be the imbasator Explore my metaphor you beg for more Hardcore serious surely insurcure I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law My family tight more than collect four I come through and create the master pieces Bend your mind with rhyme colictalictist Ya'll, I will break shit down Lost or found floor will blast like a four pound Right before I hit you off with my vaccine Starch, cobohidrates lots of protein Vaccine baby girl yo I hope your ass clean Magazine frontine fly lips is lime green Ya'll, every time ya'll, I'm on the scene High beam the lights and watch will remain supreme, ha Don't ya know when I keep it comin Blow the fort Make ya wrist hard to hand cuffin Bounce on the beat and watch how a nigga work it Buck wild makin ya speaker short curcit This heavy weight tip the scale on the triple beam Busta Rhymes blast and still bang the main screen, blow I had ta make ya all mad Hit ya off, interlude Bounce to Trinidad Know I see a bitch nigga soft Make a nigga cough, breakin and turn ya ass off Extra raw l Lay on your back and on the floor Busta Rhymes got to headline the whole ball Cause we so hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard we ain't heard this before [Chorus(3x)] Ya'll ......

Still Po Pimpin'

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Verse One: This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper Better roll much quicker Niggas think I'm token Cus I'm not workin And he ain't gonna setup shop If I die tonight then I pay the price But he ain't gonna take my block Mutherfuck them down Just give 'em them pack They'll keep on comin If a nig try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one I'ma kill ten And thier whole damn mob Prepare to die fo' Keep one in the hole Better get your jack Cus I'm real when I roll When I'm up in a bowl Woulda hit him in the dark And in the light I still wont miss With a gat an ??? Muthafucker I'm a go-getter Hit a nigga in the spot And that's so bitter If a nigga ain't a man He'll fo' fitter All them eyes on yours So you know strillah To a po' killa Think I'm doped gettin hype Trippin fiend bout to explode Dressed up black clothes An layin them hoes Tight when the bus gonna get low Cus ?? Let's work from the fo' fo' Blew the mutherfuckin' head Like a mojo She smelled like ho-bo Shes scattin' dirt Gettin work for the po-po Shut em down chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Verse Two: Now it's my ??? brother Older niggas and G's For sellin weed on my spot But how in the fuck You gonna work my block Im supposed to be supreme chief In this area And since you didn't get up with me Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya The bigger the merrier I stack more G's So Im ahead of ya Im bettin ya The average field of a thousand niggas Ain't scared of ya So you have that nerve To cross the nation with your bitch ass Only got one proof That's why you kiss ass Cover your face While you get blast Them unseen murderer's Come in a dark mask So drop your Glock before That toe done tagged Or get smashed I'ma make them Feel a hundred of Berrettas Through they sweater I told you I was goin' get ya And knock you out the picture Chorus Verse Three: Now gettin my sack Get a mutherfucker whacked Kill a mutherfuckin nigga Over two keys If the bitch got beef with a nigga Its the nigga ?? And I'm all in the face with Uzi Shut the trick down Where the bitch now ??? cuts them all and the bitch down Lookin for the young punk Put em all in the trunk Get assualt with pump Cus they trick made Nigga all them flyin Dope fiends shy'in Callin security It's just ya punk ass Just ain't feelin me Take this an that Woke up in the mornin And kissed the gat Stash the patch Pass the gat While then fuck your nation What you facin Violation Clean your neck Off this ?? off my set Aim for the hill What the fuck you said Nigga ol chief We all to rush Home which we all Don't stress Bulletproof bullets Through your bulletproof vest Screamin down to the rain god Shoot for me Get your game guy Po-po just can't hang now Dummie blow Step on my toe What you own This life an soul Money can't get you Out of this hole Here my nigga So it's time ta unload Fuck what your heard It's what you told Back up Before you lack up Ugh whole troop get stacked up Ugh Max up when you act up Shit watch me clown to shut em down Chorus: Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down

Who Am I

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Verse One: This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper Better roll much quicker Niggas think I'm token Cus I'm not workin And he ain't gonna setup shop If I die tonight then I pay the price But he ain't gonna take my block Mutherfuck them down Just give 'em them pack They'll keep on comin If a nig try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one I'ma kill ten And thier whole damn mob Prepare to die fo' Keep one in the hole Better get your jack Cus I'm real when I roll When I'm up in a bowl Woulda hit him in the dark And in the light I still wont miss With a gat an ??? Muthafucker I'm a go-getter Hit a nigga in the spot And that's so bitter If a nigga ain't a man He'll fo' fitter All them eyes on yours So you know strillah To a po' killa Think I'm doped gettin hype Trippin fiend bout to explode Dressed up black clothes An layin them hoes Tight when the bus gonna get low Cus ?? Let's work from the fo' fo' Blew the mutherfuckin' head Like a mojo She smelled like ho-bo Shes scattin' dirt Gettin work for the po-po Shut em down chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Verse Two: Now it's my ??? brother Older niggas and G's For sellin weed on my spot But how in the fuck You gonna work my block Im supposed to be supreme chief In this area And since you didn't get up with me Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya The bigger the merrier I stack more G's So Im ahead of ya Im bettin ya The average field of a thousand niggas Ain't scared of ya So you have that nerve To cross the nation with your bitch ass Only got one proof That's why you kiss ass Cover your face While you get blast Them unseen murderer's Come in a dark mask So drop your Glock before That toe done tagged Or get smashed I'ma make them Feel a hundred of Berrettas Through they sweater I told you I was goin' get ya And knock you out the picture Chorus Verse Three: Now gettin my sack Get a mutherfucker whacked Kill a mutherfuckin nigga Over two keys If the bitch got beef with a nigga Its the nigga ?? And I'm all in the face with Uzi Shut the trick down Where the bitch now ??? cuts them all and the bitch down Lookin for the young punk Put em all in the trunk Get assualt with pump Cus they trick made Nigga all them flyin Dope fiends shy'in Callin security It's just ya punk ass Just ain't feelin me Take this an that Woke up in the mornin And kissed the gat Stash the patch Pass the gat While then fuck your nation What you facin Violation Clean your neck Off this ?? off my set Aim for the hill What the fuck you said Nigga ol chief We all to rush Home which we all Don't stress Bulletproof bullets Through your bulletproof vest Screamin down to the rain god Shoot for me Get your game guy Po-po just can't hang now Dummie blow Step on my toe What you own This life an soul Money can't get you Out of this hole Here my nigga So it's time ta unload Fuck what your heard It's what you told Back up Before you lack up Ugh whole troop get stacked up Ugh Max up when you act up Shit watch me clown to shut em down Chorus: Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down

Part Of My Life

Freddie Foxxx "Industry Shakedown"
Intro: samples --Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you-- --Who's the real divine?-- --You like that-- --Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you-- [Verse One] I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home Bumpy ripping everything known, block every blow zone I make you sit your ho ass down, turn off your microphone Cause after me its un-rippable I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brain To think I'm not the nicest in the game Disconnected from your mainframe, punched cocked Twirl your nose up Murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop When Fox and Bumpy keep it hot End the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz I fear not This piece of steel with the screen on top Projects uncut chyna white dope Leave a freeze in a nigga throat I fight for this like the right to vote The poison I spit, they'll never be an antecdote You niggaz thought I put my mic down Cause the industry's scared cause I put my fight down Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and make a mill Now thats a real rap nigga deal In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like flies Fuck flowin, I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens Cock the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin baby Chorus: Rhymin is a part of my life I'ma die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife I don't let nobody judge me that don't know how to do what I do So if you don't like it then fuck you! *repeat* [Verse One] I watch niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassed Then fall like a bad pass Niggaz run outta New York, to live in other places Hopin somebody remember old rap faces Fuck that, I'ma five borough thorough MC Where I go, New York goes, keepin New York flows Niggaz be switchin cause they not sure Your style is played out soft shit like Valure In red and black living rooms when the system booms He's a nice little diss to whomever whom Come against me and I give you one of three picks: Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kicked Bring your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em Cause Freddie Foxxx be the illest thing since Run and em I be running through you like a Hummer, you don't want none o' So hot I turn December 25 into summer I scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to size My lyrical body slam will leave you paralized Fuck what you memorize, I take you out of drive And leave you neutralized and black in both your eyes My rise is your demise, shut down your enterprise Fox and Primo, we stay close like thighs Bumpy got nine lives, like a cat With a full gat, keep it underground fuck that! Chorus [Verse Three] For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip I still got a full clip of unstoppable shit You mean to tell me motherfuckers never knew That I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like Guru Check the mic one, two make sure its on When I bring it to your headquarters, word is bond Heads up, eyes and ears open I got you hopin That you could catch rec like me You got a better chance at kickin down a tree With no legs, doing a handstand on two eggs Motherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, fuck what you write I'm The Source like magazine, on the cover with the Ruger 16 I ain't scared to diss a MC, but ask him if he scared to diss me I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start sayin his throat hurt, his mom's is sick with a bad knee Or start screamin he's about dough He's just a faggot with a whack flow Don't walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome I beat you down and send your ass home I'm on my own time, I write my own rhymes You wanna be the nominee? you brave now? I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face down Just remember nigga: I'm Freddie the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down Chorus

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