Lyrics:
Tape To Tape Rag

(Instrumental)

: (Instrumental)

But I keep sayin' gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker It's the kid with the bricks taped up in the grill Mmm, Cadillac that is With that rag

lack, keep strapped it's a rap, gimme dat You can roll wit me, yeah maybe Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes when that M C grind Don't play crazy (

audio tape if you don't know that Now go back and get my name correct 'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck A doo rag a platinum chain

Get a dose of my brand new twist For your tape or compact disc I?m no man when I'm off the indo With a proper tempo and an instrumental I get so sick

we fuck Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl Out that shop hoes do jock See my Cutty in a rag I will

in the hill Had quarters, lucky that we put in a bill Cream de la cream, who you with baby girl, him? Up your ass in the rag jag come to the gym I ain

choice, I'm aggressive My brauds walk on giseptics and nati Mark Jacobs in the maple Marzarati I'm rich, nothin' to do, so I'm taking up karate And I'm taping