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The Cypher (with Ace Hood, Kevin Mccall & Tyga – Live @ Bet Hip Hop Awards 2011)
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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Cypher (with Ace Hood, Kevin Mccall & Tyga – Live @ Bet Hip Hop Awards 2011)
[Chris Talkin]Welcome to the cypher!Myself, K-Mac, Ace Hood and the TygerLet's go[Ace Hood]Moment of silence for this beat that I'm about to killAnd all you rappers signed a suicidal dealNo hard feelings, pimpin, this what authentic isMonth old denim, 30 grand in it stillSleeping on me? I put gas in your NyquilGetting money while your pockets on the diet pillFlow knock em cold, out like BenadrylColt 14, call it Emit TillYeah, billionaire is a state of mindThat's the rolley on, think before these good timesMicheal Corleone back while he was in his primeThat's how I'm feeling while I'm freaking my new Spanish dimeDamn! You can tell I'm on another levelHe think he better then I he get the J letterYeah jumped and Jacked, be a trend-setterYou lookin at the past, how you doin its a pleasure[Kevin McCall]I'm at the top like high noteKilling those 5.0Jeffrey Dahmer, I'mma slaughter every beat that I'm onY'all sleeping on me so I had to turn the lights onMy pockets swollen: I should put some ice onShout out to Breezy could've never did this shit alonePotty traning couldn't never did this shit aloneIf we ain't the best to do it, then prove us wrongSo sick on that HIV, I guess that mean I'm full-blownOf course I'm just speaking metaphoricallyLiving fantastic, I wonder if its four of meThis is just a sample: if you want more of meYou have to rewind time unless the microphone recording meK-Mac rhyming on the MaybachThe truth will sit you free so I will testify and say thatBallin like a preacher, catch me rollin in my MaybachShining cause I blew myself up: Arab[Tyga]Look at me now, my dogg said that we will be rich one dayBut I'm Anthony: I do things the HardawayEasy bake fast cake, rearrange her vertebraeTry it like a murder caseYou gon need ice skates, thin ice, ivyI see her in the winterOh you copying my swag? Well you a little lateProlly make more when I'm gone, Mike J, smooth criminalSmooth bass, I call it SadeWhy you starin so long? ?Money talk so I jus walk and let it translateYou ain't fuckin with me I don't fornicateI jus let her taste test then she let my dick chaseYoung money cash money, dollars big faceSo when you talkin new rappers don't compare meHaha, I'mma last king, we don't talk rappers if it ain't YMCMB[Chris Brown]Look, said I was down for the countLets make em eat their wordsAnd if this beat is sweet I make em bite the curbThis probation got me walkin the straight and narrowI'm in the club taking shots jus like its double barrelC'mon live thru what I've been thruThis media so fucked up thats why I don't do no interviewsAnd I ain't gotta break shit but I bend the rulesI skateboard, kick flip, right in my poolWith 200 model chicks super gettin looseThey jus want a big dick, did I say that? oopsOh I, oh my where's my mannersPardon me for this grammarThis Virginia country grammarGoin nuts like some planters, man my chain feel like an anchorWhen I told you to use yo head I ain't want you to be no thinkerFresher than a muthafucka yea you got yo stank upYeaa swallow yo pride, go ahead an drank upShame on youClaudinhoBreezy
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