The Wrap (Freestyle)

Buck '89 on the boards...
What up Buck?
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga?
Hahaha...
Life is good...
Ayyo yo...
It's a reality that...
All the real niggaz...
Got to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know, I like to call this "The Wrap"
Hehe, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

Yo, it's a "Wrap"
And any men that don't wanna get clapped
Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes we cleansing, "It's All About The Benjamins", what
If it's dirty then we rincing it off
You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz is tlaking shit, ahhh bitch, that's old news
They say I rap to Rhythm & Blues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it too
He's like "Baby can you give it to me"
"Nahhh, I'ma give it to you"
The same way that we gave it to Proof
The same way that we gave it to Loose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga
Cause Rule's the truth nigga, for show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit 'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul
Niggaz wanna ball, but can't on the West Coast
Dre Day's been dead a long time ago
Respect the INC, Row, Rap-A-Lot collabo
Just know that you nigga ain't save on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse I-N-C
I'm still wishing y'all the R-I-P
Can I live, for I D-I-E
I'm talkin' of M-O-B, Murder INC bosses, count your losses

Now before they start runnin' they lips
I thought I should warn
These motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch
And I know he's got one on his hip, but I got the drop
And outside, Rule got the Drops
All it takes is a cock and a pop
Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales, instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts
They told me J. Prince runnin' the South
And I'm beast from the East, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth
I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave
Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves
Just that quick, slip and the Mac spit, bladdat
Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip
We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm
They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm
You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow
I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow
Hit your 6 up with 16 in 60 seconds
Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons
To you coppers that's posin' a threat
Fire up the air, wholes in the Tec, to put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school
In the club posted, snatching hoes with no jewels, nigga

You know... (Gangsta shitttt!)
As the world turns... (Yeah!)
These bitch niggaz...
Is runnin' and hiding and shit
You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin'
But I'm fucking chasin' y'all faggots
All across the globe, hahaha (Smashing they ass)
Out the back of BET
Out the back of clubs
Nigga, you ain't poppin' bub in no motherfuckin' clubs, nowhere nigga!
Be honest with yourself yours fuckings clowns
You niggaz is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere
I'm right here, I'm right here
Huntin' you'll motherfuckin' bitch ass niggaz down...
It's a wrap niggaz (Hehe)
It's a wrap niggaz
It's a wrap niggaz
Ayo, this nigga...
This nigga runnin' around talkin' about
"I got shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic
Ayo Fifty, pull your skirt down B
Ayo, niggaz get shot everday B, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah, Murder INC shit...
Bitch ass nigga...
We out...



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Jeffrey B. Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Bruce Washington, Tajuan Akeom Perry
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