"On The Radar Freestyle" lyrics
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Long live my brother, he did kill your bitch-ass brother
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You ever lost your best friend, that shit hurt
I'm deep up in the streets, I don't care who I get murked
I lost my heart, I lost my soul up in this shit
This rap shit got me legit
When I found out I lost Z, I couldn't cry, I grabbed my stick
I was spinnin' through they shit, we treat them niggas like they Bricks
I ain't talkin' 'bout Toronto, I had my Drac' ridin' through the 6
Them shots went off and he ain't blick
Gotta watch him, he might snitch
Got that call 'bout Lil Scoom, man that shit, it had me sick
Nigga died on -, then he went out like a bitch
Stand on business for the gang, just tell 'em free my shorty Wicked and T Slick
Ain't no lockin' in with us if you ain't check shit off that list
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Go, niggas cry when shit get hard
Me, I go and make it happen
I'm known for standin' on that business
I'm havin' motion and I'm clappin'
That nigga wasn't in them cars, he ain't 'bout that shit he rappin'
Ain't no better feelin' than making niggas gather up at gatherings
I'ma keep spinnin' till ain't nobody left
Show no mercy for the opps, even bitches get this belt
We got back for Z and Jeff, we up on score, can't count attempts
You ever lost your best friend, that shit hurt
I'm deep up in the streets, I don't care who I get murked
I lost my heart, I lost my soul up in this shit
This rap shit got me legit
When I found out I lost Z, I couldn't cry, I grabbed my stick
I was spinnin' through they shit, we treat them niggas like they Bricks
I ain't talkin' 'bout Toronto, I had my Drac' ridin' through the 6
Them shots went off and he ain't blick
Gotta watch him, he might snitch
Got that call 'bout Lil Scoom, man that shit, it had me sick
Go
Go
Long live my brother, he did kill your bitch-ass brother
Go
You ever lost your best friend, that shit hurt
I'm deep up in the streets, I don't care who I get murked
I lost my heart, I lost my soul up in this shit
This rap shit got me legit
When I found out I lost Z, I couldn't cry, I grabbed my stick
I was spinnin' through they shit, we treat them niggas like they Bricks
I ain't talkin' 'bout Toronto, I had my Drac' ridin' through the 6
Them shots went off and he ain't blick
Gotta watch him, he might snitch
Got that call 'bout Lil Scoom, man that shit, it had me sick
Nigga died on -, then he went out like a bitch
Stand on business for the gang, just tell 'em free my shorty Wicked and T Slick
Ain't no lockin' in with us if you ain't check shit off that list
Go
Go, niggas cry when shit get hard
Me, I go and make it happen
I'm known for standin' on that business
I'm havin' motion and I'm clappin'
That nigga wasn't in them cars, he ain't 'bout that shit he rappin'
Ain't no better feelin' than making niggas gather up at gatherings
I'ma keep spinnin' till ain't nobody left
Show no mercy for the opps, even bitches get this belt
We got back for Z and Jeff, we up on score, can't count attempts
You ever lost your best friend, that shit hurt
I'm deep up in the streets, I don't care who I get murked
I lost my heart, I lost my soul up in this shit
This rap shit got me legit
When I found out I lost Z, I couldn't cry, I grabbed my stick
I was spinnin' through they shit, we treat them niggas like they Bricks
I ain't talkin' 'bout Toronto, I had my Drac' ridin' through the 6
Them shots went off and he ain't blick
Gotta watch him, he might snitch
Got that call 'bout Lil Scoom, man that shit, it had me sick
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