Rap City Freestyle lyrics

Don't get much slicker than fab I strap up with the eagles
Throw bullets just as quick as a man
Flicker or jab quicker than ash
Any chick that I stab says she can feel a dick in her ass
It's a like it or not thing they like how the watch bling
And I got cars like micheal has got rings
Might spice a chicken like she a hot wing
Never tell her to bounce like if she got springs
Nicks talk slick on the mic to the shot spring
And I holla fly like I Got wings
Cops wanna see this man
Flash my picture ask my neightbous did they see this man
Lemme take a long breather
Before I be on the inside telling my story to don diva
That's why I gota lawyer that Don't please my case
Walk even if the judge ID my face
Got a problem that my cars couldn't Rebitrace
And a problem with playin jus cuz I Need my space
With a hong chong ckick
The green and gold bronze on that'll make the bishop don juan sick
I done too much to get this three hundred
Nigga this Yankee cost some big franky's
That's why I'm so slick and gravy
Slick and gravy mixed with oh yeah
Probably seen me on saint nicks on Broadway
Lookin for some chicks in broad way
But Im not a brooklyn rapper starring for a tape on recap
The boy gets some paper when he raps
And I keep a down ass chick straight on her knee caps
To keep the family business confidential
Chick looks pretty in the continental
U kno what the man do its Monumental
The way I be stitchin on em
I'm like a hustler in the 80's when the dude saw the sticthin on em
Im in the seven jeans with the orange stichy on it
One of em t-shirts with the bigger picture on em
I'm too big man And I'm so Brooklyn
The name is just enough to get your throat token
The real talk new york is holding the toast tighter
I'ma ghostwriters for ghostwriters
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