Ghetts – 3style (2011) | Track profile | Dork

Ghetts – 3style (2011) | Track profile | Dork

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3style

[Intro: Ghetts & Kyzer]

Of course, you know

This means war

Yeah

You know what time it is

It's Ghetto, it' Kyze

You know what happened from the last one

You know we had to link up and do this shit again

What you saying Kyze?

Fuck [?], bare knows them

Brap, bap, bap, bap

J Flow's on the production

Haha

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Kyzer]

I'm about on the roads

Counting off [?]

Ask about source if it is about [?]

I could show all these niggas about flows

And if you speak, show you niggas about flows

Anytime he drops a beat, the beat stalls

What? You ain't getting on this, this beat's sold

Kyzer and Ghetto ain't far from the deep flows

Three hundred percent a sentence in each flow

Spitting ill, the niggas out here knows

The shit that we put out on the road, it's fresh

So I've play with my round till there's field left

I work on my line till there's no [?]

And while I'm in the game, I remain so, so fresh

If you try and fuck up the rap, it's also death

Anytime me and Ghetts buck, shit gets mess

Expect nothing less and fucking get upset

[Verse 2: Ghetts]

I'm off the rails like a curtain

24/7 I've been putting the work in

For certain, I'm merking

I'm so determined, nothing can stop me

Not even a whirlwind

Please, would somebody tell him?

No, it's not a tale ting that I was sending

But no one can help him, no defending

Don't try help him, his time's up

I got heat on my [?] skin

You don't want beef, I'm in the streets like I'm so grim

I've never seen [?]

This boy's a loose cannon, he will light you up

I'm not sleek, my temper's gonna help me

You know I'm breathing off streets you [?]

And we can [?], Ghetts breach, no bells ring

And I'm annoyed [?]

No, I don't like you much

I told you before you lie too much

Oi, tell the truth, this dude's fucked

I know the found the proof, work too much

I go ahead like there's only few months

I'm bang with a bang that will make you jump

Look, you punk, you're a mook, you front

You've been spitting for years, I got big in two months

[Verse 3: Kyzer]

Hear this, I'm about to tear this

Kyze's [?], I'm tearing bare hits

I'm on the realest, I'm one of the rarest

That's why I picked [?], you can barely bare this

Spitting, no one's heard it

We're pumping our CDs all over their bits

I do it for the funds and the funds you're hearing

So say what you gotta say, I'm done with the staring

Kyze is back around, know that I'm packing rounds

Ready to clap you down, no where I'm backing down

Because I'm [?], switch my name

Head shot, make you go switching, switch his brain

[?] is the same, plan to rip the game

South up to East, me and Ghetto set the pace

Two of the best, it's bait

Best you get this straight

[?] nasty, far from hardly great

[Verse 4: Ghetts]

I got the street on smash

Finally I've getting decent gash

They wanna ride with me like I got p's to splash

Hold the 9 mili bitch, read the map

Holds a mile really quick, easy lash

Don't want quite to be sick, even flash

Don't even try silly prick, I'll squeeze the gat

Yo, my life's pretty sick, just read my stats

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