These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change There really be kids starving give a fuck if it change Shock rap not that, you get signed you might
These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change There really be kids starving Give a fuck if it change Shock rap Not that You get signed you might
Translation: Fort Minor. The Battle.
And he knew when he was all grown up What he was gonna to be He used to like to ambush every careless cat or dog That had the nerve to cross the battle
you're on the run from the police, you got two options Turn yourself in.. or come out BLASTING!"; *boom* [Kool G. Rap] The chase ain't over, the battle
I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habits Bringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be
uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin' fired Morphine sticks be burnin' like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort
the bomb was gift wrapped The problem had became increasingly urgent Since the product was nothing but bags of detergent In all the years of war this was the most Vicious battle
doctor sewed his arm on again Stabbed that rapper right in his heart Gave him a transplant for a brand new start And then he stopped, he started again He forted
' my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort
heads get chicken feed Lil' dick and weed Everything that a chicken need Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox
your chest We puttin it down from block to block, to scale this town From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries Hood's tight like Fort
to them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe double clop it kill ya. Murda plot foe tha money, seven I'm bloody mo red rum, wet'em in ah battle
The Star Spangled Banner (The Defense of Fort McHenry) September 20, 1814 By Francis Scott Key Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so
domineering Than power steering But you must realize Both of you can't drive How can he not hear what you say When your nickname is forte You ever been