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[Verse 1 - Rasco] Ah,ah,ah,ha,ha,ah,yes son You are now rockin with the best Straight from the west Gunnin for the chest Ey yo we gets tracks crackillin C to the a 1,the grand imperial son Fuck where you from, from the golden Exactly how much money is you holdin Is it yours?can you make everybody on the floor keep movin Only runnin with the proven What we like,never fuck with weak types It's been two years now it's time for me And Planet As(Asia) to kick rhymes never showin the signs Never gettin too old for this,sometimes we too cold for this They light up then they roll to this Just bring me a fifth of the yak Give me a pad and a pen and then load the track and step back You know I'm still talkin the smack For the lack of a better word, your style's for the birds We eat 'em up and spit 'em out The type of niggas that you see in the show go home And straight up forget about I'm never turning my back on those Just because he got doe and like sixteen ho's I like myne's sixteen bars bangin heavy and hard I wip his ass in his own front yard Sometimes I fold their card and then shuffle the deck You fools better show some god-damn respect I drop line for line and ain't never came weak These cats get deals and now they're too big to speak The pipe's still springin the leak But I can close that up,shut it off and have that shit backed up It's the c to the a,you know how we do You lookin for us?bring your whole damn crew Chorus x2 We can go line for line and track for track We be keepin it underground and never came wack You know we still talkin the smack It's the c to the a you get your wig pushed back [Verse 2 - Rasco] Ey yo,how many times I gotta spit these rhymes You niggas still snotting on that cocaine line You must be puffin the dust to keep fuckin with us We bust back at the whole damn pack Now this is dedicated to the ones that be all up on the internet Talkin that trash you get smashed I'm tellin your ass that I'm out to make cash And I'mma revoke your little hip-hop past You can just save the little praise & accolades I'm more concerned with my bills getting paid I'm not in the game to try to break my neck My little baby girl can't eat your respect And that's real and I don't care how you feel Cause all of you cats is looking for the dollar bill You just won't put it to tape I like keepin it straight Let it be known from the god-damn gate I don't have time to try to make ya'll think And don't be mad at my forty inch link Cause I work hard to get brand new shit Cause you and the man ain't gon give me shit This is the script that I quote from the throat Some of the best rhymes a nigga ever wrote Back on the scene with my man J.Green Part of the team since he was like fifteen Put it between your ears bang it all year Those I lost I wish that you was all here Peace to Plan.B,my nigga Chariz, PB Wolf, EBF and the Frizz Those are the three cats that gave me the start And that's the reason why I spit rhymes from the heart Chorus x4 Yo! all the cats, talkin shit Bring it on,it's 2000 Not havin that shit,fuck that Yours truly...the Grand Imperial Soul father Rasco Cali Agent number one Yo,427 on the track Ha
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