No lie
Everybody wanna piece of the pie
Everybody wanna bang but nobody wanna die
Everybody wanna be the tough guy
But it got me wondering why anybody still wanna be alive
Rap with the baddest
Coolin' with my brethren
Break bread and break necks we full fledgin'
Gotcha baby momma hoppin' all up on my johnson
She on top and I can't stop her from droppin
Listen to me talk my shit, it's a real problem
Who the f*ck is the goon and where the f*ck are the goblins
Get to mobbin, makin' moves I'm cautious
Only two options, kill or be killed, nonsense
Whitewita$prite hit me with the feature
Young boy get to clappin, it's all ether
Two bars left, I'ma leave you with nine verbs
I've been a beast on every motherf*cking verse yuh
If you comin' at us then you better play your cards right
Underground our apparatus, here to have a long night
Ladies grabbin' at us when they hear that we can rap right
All these homies lack of passion why my dudes are capped tight
And this shit is just beginning, ain't no stoppin' us hoe
Try to come between then we be plottin' on your stove
Everybody do shows
Everybody do blow
Everybody comin' at us, but we started shit though
Everybody love the music 'bout the gang shit and violence
Osh and then Rick Bliss ain't comin' with silence
We packing the stands while we gassin' the islands
Now i'm grabbin on her hand because we runnin' from the sirens
I gotta crew behind me and we only keep it real
So you know I gotta have it even if it means I steal
I know I'm dissing rappers, but they never bring my name up
Maybe they don't know me we ain't f*ckin' with the same touch
Split checks
Wrist check
Shuffle the whole deck
Suck on my dick, it'll take up ya whole neck
Call on my phone, she calls it some phone sex
Rick on the track, now we hotter than the midwest
And we light Wyoming's mission
Then we slaughter competition
We get in with no admission
Writing heat the first edition
Everybody want attention, but f*ck 'em I'm only steppin
And i'm dealin' with depression
But willing to teach a lesson aye
F*ck it Rick, lemme get a slice of pie
Got the munchies from the marijuana, now my brain is hella fried
Underrated underground, the genre that is set aside
We're different from the rappers who be tellin' jokes, they're tellin' lies
And if you wanna diss on me, just go ahead and do it
Don't be talkin' game on Facebook, just face it and f*ckin prove it
If you treat it like a game, I will play it and you will lose
If you treat it like your feelings, I'll chew it up and abuse it
Whitewita$prite - Wanted (Underground Emcees, Vol. 1) [feat. Rick Bliss] Lyrics
Whitewita$prite - Wanted (Underground Emcees, Vol. 1) [feat. Rick Bliss] Lyrics
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No lie
Everybody wanna piece of the pie
Everybody wanna bang but nobody wanna die
Everybody wanna be the tough guy
But it got me wondering why anybody still wanna be alive
Rap with the baddest
Coolin' with my brethren
Break bread and break necks we full fledgin'
Gotcha baby momma hoppin' all up on my johnson
She on top and I can't stop her from droppin
Listen to me talk my shit, it's a real problem
Who the f*ck is the goon and where the f*ck are the goblins
Get to mobbin, makin' moves I'm cautious
Only two options, kill or be killed, nonsense
Whitewita$prite hit me with the feature
Young boy get to clappin, it's all ether
Two bars left, I'ma leave you with nine verbs
I've been a beast on every motherf*cking verse yuh
If you comin' at us then you better play your cards right
Underground our apparatus, here to have a long night
Ladies grabbin' at us when they hear that we can rap right
All these homies lack of passion why my dudes are capped tight
And this shit is just beginning, ain't no stoppin' us hoe
Try to come between then we be plottin' on your stove
Everybody do shows
Everybody do blow
Everybody comin' at us, but we started shit though
Everybody love the music 'bout the gang shit and violence
Osh and then Rick Bliss ain't comin' with silence
We packing the stands while we gassin' the islands
Now i'm grabbin on her hand because we runnin' from the sirens
I gotta crew behind me and we only keep it real
So you know I gotta have it even if it means I steal
I know I'm dissing rappers, but they never bring my name up
Maybe they don't know me we ain't f*ckin' with the same touch
Split checks
Wrist check
Shuffle the whole deck
Suck on my dick, it'll take up ya whole neck
Call on my phone, she calls it some phone sex
Rick on the track, now we hotter than the midwest
And we light Wyoming's mission
Then we slaughter competition
We get in with no admission
Writing heat the first edition
Everybody want attention, but f*ck 'em I'm only steppin
And i'm dealin' with depression
But willing to teach a lesson aye
F*ck it Rick, lemme get a slice of pie
Got the munchies from the marijuana, now my brain is hella fried
Underrated underground, the genre that is set aside
We're different from the rappers who be tellin' jokes, they're tellin' lies
And if you wanna diss on me, just go ahead and do it
Don't be talkin' game on Facebook, just face it and f*ckin prove it
If you treat it like a game, I will play it and you will lose
If you treat it like your feelings, I'll chew it up and abuse it
Everybody wanna piece of the pie
Everybody wanna bang but nobody wanna die
Everybody wanna be the tough guy
But it got me wondering why anybody still wanna be alive
Rap with the baddest
Coolin' with my brethren
Break bread and break necks we full fledgin'
Gotcha baby momma hoppin' all up on my johnson
She on top and I can't stop her from droppin
Listen to me talk my shit, it's a real problem
Who the f*ck is the goon and where the f*ck are the goblins
Get to mobbin, makin' moves I'm cautious
Only two options, kill or be killed, nonsense
Whitewita$prite hit me with the feature
Young boy get to clappin, it's all ether
Two bars left, I'ma leave you with nine verbs
I've been a beast on every motherf*cking verse yuh
If you comin' at us then you better play your cards right
Underground our apparatus, here to have a long night
Ladies grabbin' at us when they hear that we can rap right
All these homies lack of passion why my dudes are capped tight
And this shit is just beginning, ain't no stoppin' us hoe
Try to come between then we be plottin' on your stove
Everybody do shows
Everybody do blow
Everybody comin' at us, but we started shit though
Everybody love the music 'bout the gang shit and violence
Osh and then Rick Bliss ain't comin' with silence
We packing the stands while we gassin' the islands
Now i'm grabbin on her hand because we runnin' from the sirens
I gotta crew behind me and we only keep it real
So you know I gotta have it even if it means I steal
I know I'm dissing rappers, but they never bring my name up
Maybe they don't know me we ain't f*ckin' with the same touch
Split checks
Wrist check
Shuffle the whole deck
Suck on my dick, it'll take up ya whole neck
Call on my phone, she calls it some phone sex
Rick on the track, now we hotter than the midwest
And we light Wyoming's mission
Then we slaughter competition
We get in with no admission
Writing heat the first edition
Everybody want attention, but f*ck 'em I'm only steppin
And i'm dealin' with depression
But willing to teach a lesson aye
F*ck it Rick, lemme get a slice of pie
Got the munchies from the marijuana, now my brain is hella fried
Underrated underground, the genre that is set aside
We're different from the rappers who be tellin' jokes, they're tellin' lies
And if you wanna diss on me, just go ahead and do it
Don't be talkin' game on Facebook, just face it and f*ckin prove it
If you treat it like a game, I will play it and you will lose
If you treat it like your feelings, I'll chew it up and abuse it
Writer: Nathaniel Volk, Rick Bliss
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid