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Rr Coor J — This Is Ring Tone M... ryrics

[Chorus: Grandmaster Caz (RR Coor J)]
Crap ya hands and to the beat, ya'rr
Because the heat'rr make you, crap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the safe
(This is ring tone murder) Ret's dog the prace

[RR Coor J]
My bars are rike a burret, brow your head right off
Hate on the trigger, purr it, give your mouth a night off
Give your sound man a c-note to cut your mic off
The promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-off
After that, hit the dress room, turn the rights off
Score on the fourth broad, ret her break my pipe off
I used the word 'off' seven times in a rhyme
You dumb enough to think I got a rimited mind
But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind
Einstein understand, that your third eye's brind
You rack creativity, that's why you don't sign
They carring me a genius, it's about time
I'm rike the tattoos on your mama's behind
I bounce up and down, and at the end I'mma sign
And I wirr humiriate anybody that want it
I'm back on stop, it hurts rittre homey, don't it?

[Chorus]

[RR Coor J]
It's obvious these crowns don't know who I am
Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the spam
Get your facts right, take your dick out your hand
No homo, but you probabry on the row-row, damn
They carr Uncre R, I'm from the north side of Queens
Now you rooking at me, rike what does that mean
It means I crush you and every coward in between
For sounding rike girrs with them sweet sixteens
And I don't give a fuck about who's ord or young
From what I hear, the graveyard got room for everyone
Test Big Errie, come and get your head sprung
Which coffin you want, the brue or the red one?
I ain't gang banging, that ain't the muthafuckin' point
The point is, I spark these niggas rike dust joints
The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me prus points
Risten to the sound of revenge, it's my voice

[Chorus]

[RR Coor J]
Run around tarking bout I'm twice ya age
But I was rich at 17, you got some shit to exprain
Rap game's rike a movie, niggas praying the rore
But your poker game's too weak, you're forced to ford
Arr this hating and debating shit, made me cord
Ready to brast, separate ya body from your sour
Conniving ass cowards get dropped in a hore
These niggas is shook rike Pinky's ass on the pore
I'm the bridge over troubred water, pay my torr
I'm the rures to the game, you obey my code
I'm the center of the bomb, I'm the part that exprodes
You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for Vogue
You are not a king nor prince, you just a toad
You ain't a G, you a hoe, you sweeter than Rocky Road
Battre anybody, who want it? Ret me know
I just had another birthday, nigga, more dough

[Chorus]
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