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GuN TRaFFiC
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My FiRsT CoLLaB WiT My NiGGa aD, THiS TRaCk iS FiYa!!!!!! ChEcK iT, LyRiCs ARe PoSTeD
cobra freestyle undergrou
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YoUnG CoBrA, A MeMbEr Of ThE GrOuP MaLiCiOuS On BaStArDs aka M.O.B., iS FiNaLLy ReLeAsInG SinGLeS FRoM HiS HiGhLy AnTiCiPaTeD ALbUm, TiTLeD VeNoM, WHiCh WiLL Be
BY iT's A CLuB SoNg To GeT YoU HyPeD FoR ThE ReTuRn... VeRsEs, DeLiVeRy, AnD BeAt ArE aLL StRaiGhT !!!!! PRODUCED AND MIXED BY ME. Whas' happnin it's ThA CoBrA a.k.a. YoUnG CoBrA.. You might know of me from the group MaLiCiOuS On BaStArDs, and in Q1 2004 I'm comin' out with my solo album... Not sure on the name yet. I'm 16, reppin tha East Bay in CaLi, and I been rappin since I was about 12. Right now I'm unsigned... if you produce tracks, got a studio, wanna collab, or got connections with a record label, plz holla at me or have them contact me if you think my shit is tight.. so check out my songs and lyrics (Which are all CoPyRiGhTeD with My MoNeY!), and holla at a nigga wit some comments or any questions, at g4mesp1tta@yahoo.com.
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Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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Peak #351
Peak in subgenre #48
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YoUnG CoBrA
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YoUnG CoBrA 2003
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July 16, 2003
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
He came up wit the idea and the beat, and holla'd at me for a collab.
Lyrics
A.D.: The tools’ll pull your cavaties like dental utensils Cause the gun’ll punp you fulla lead like mechanical pencils It’s relentful, damage contentful, bandaged suspenseful Lent ampish til handwritten banished spits spilled I enter a class fight with no flash light cause I’m strapped like Double vail-crow on a black night Despite the lyrics I fight the spirits Write shit tight to steer with sight But I’m hype to hear it (THIS IS GUN TRAFFIC) When shells hit the floor that the shotgun blast wit Hell split in four but it’s the close of the casket (GUN TRAFFIC) Come in terms with the heat but the clips is drastic Wave the gun in the street until the hold-up’s tragic Chorus (By Cobra): (GUN TRAFFIC) I put weapons to jaws It’s rush hour, they stuck in traffic and all, so I’m jackin their cars (GUN TRAFFIC) I’m jackin cash and their cards Til I’m decked to the floor, wearin the most expensive sets of velour (GUN TRAFFIC) Mackin plenty a whores on their track and pimpin em more Leavin with stacks of their cash in my drawers (GUN TRAFFIC) Havin sex with your broad strapped with a tech and a four Leavin you stashed in the back on the floor Cobra: (Cobra) Equipped with neck bling and a nice watch And funded by that shit I pass fiends in the night spots (Cobra) I gotta to keep my aim keen for the right shots Because I X Men with the beam like I’m Cyclops Niggas and bitches love me, but then some’ll think That I pose a threat, and then it tempts em to hate Well these men bound to leave with their skin torn away When I shoot from long range like I’m Tim Hardaway When it comes to these haters, I gotta Sun em like Phoenix I got a gun wit a beam, that'll leave em under the cement And these fellas wanna hate? Well these fellas gonna hope That they can keep talking shit wit a shell in their throat Mothafuckas keep talking, we keepin the heat sparkin To Bring Down Your House like Latifah and Steve Martin You don’t wanna catch a piece from a piece that lose heat often So you in deep coffin, mom look into peace offering Repeat Chorus A.D.: (Lyrics to his verse coming soon) Cobra: Yeah it might seem one way So you think we’re fuckin around, until we start the fight-scene gunplay These bullets bound to catch ya Rounds’ll put you in a stretcher And you’ll get split something like bananas in an ice cream sundae I pump nines and trigger heat with the hammers I been Hawkin… Mistaken sometimes for Pistol Pete from Atlanta But some how, I still can easily manage To squeeze and then damage Any nigga who steps to me is leavin in bandages Motha fucka
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