โหลดเพลง mp3 There Will Be Blood (feat. Sadat X, Grand Puba, A.G., O.C. & Diamond D) - Celph Titled

Can I do it Yeahh

Can you'll do it Yeahh

ALL together now Ahh

You love it Oooh

You love it Oooh

You love it Oooh
You love it
If me and some rap faggot have static
We can go to war at your
Show you'll need flap jackets
Strapped with automatics
No we use bats and hatchets
Give the microphone a drug test
I spit crack at it for crack addicts
Approach your R with an AR
Based on a true story
I spit H bombs
In every eight bars
When Tony put his face in that snow
I was writin' them flavor flows
And yeah even my worst haters know
That I'm a player for show
They be like Yeah
I'm with ya Titled
Bring b**ches back to the pad
Like a menstrual cycle
You walk around like you
Some kind of thuggy guy
I know you ain't Diddy
But I can make you see through Puffy eyes
You know my styles boy
You know what I'm workin' with
Fire arms of various calibers penetrate
I'm the hate that breeds hate
Nah let me illustrate
Time stands still on a day that's slow
For me it ain't about
The show it's about the proof
Blow the air from the roof
And anything movin' this is a stick up
If you fiends even hiccup you layin' flat
You wanna face this rage
Somebody threw some meat in the cage
Wear armor
You can call Obama
Call your momma
I breed armies make men out of boys
Tactical General Patton from BK to Manhattan
You frontin'
You lame treat your whole squad the same
I don't play when it comes to this
I rule the mic with the iron fist
Compile data then I make the list
Grab the wack move they a** to trash
Then empty trash so they don't exist
Since vinyl
Words flow like herds of rhinos
Leave your a** trampled
When I'm runnin' on the sample
A showdown at sundown
These verb als I rundown
Will leave your a** dumbfound
You thought you was gunned down
Rhyme style mean like a d**e fiend lean
Cut against the green
And you face the guillotine
Grand Puba there's
No way you can dodge
Better off tryin'
Your luck at Las Vegas at Mirage
Been through ups and downs
Never touched the ground
Like girls with the big butts
Never f**k with clowns
Let music take over me
Words flow through me
Truly the best that's
Why niggas keep quotin' me
I'm the baddest ni**a livin'
Average niggas don't stand a chance
I danced in France
Put hands and feets on beats
Put fans in trances
Amsterdam is a place where I sin
Get that Yen in Japan kid
The Swiss Mountains
Got a Swiss accountant
Chick with a fountain pen
Keep my chips amountin' to somethin'
My grind is unparalleled
While you'll niggas keep
On horsin' around like carousels
I'm mind over
As a matter of fact
There's no practice needed
See I'm matched bar none
When it's all said and done up
The last man standin' is proof
Who has the biggest brass
And bubbas for crafty
Mc Guyver
Everyday things around me
Work to my advantage
Create the plan at random
For every livin' soul
On the planet understand this
As some author's say
An heir is apparent
I'm that oil piece priceless art
There's no biddin' on it auction block
Fortune of Fort Knox
Off top or written
Each album takes precision
Knocks out solidify win
The fight over decision
I got a flow so cold niggas call me chilly
Don't ever press up fam
I'll smack you silly
If I'm all out of Dutches
I pack the Philly
On my J O B I mack the millis
And I'm all about stackin' my chips
Gettin' dome in the back of the whips
Start smackin' them hips
All that slick talk will
Just gets you smacked in the lips
Game time fourth quarter
Back to the blitz
You can't move me shake me
Break me make me
Be somethin' I'm not
Niggas wanna snake me
I'm right by escape key writin' X
Big Diam still writin' the checks
Holla at me

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