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Who i am basically and to doubters and how ill always stay the same no matter the critisizm HYPED UP..
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#21,573 in subgenre today Peak #140
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Peak #1,069
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d-Coy
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March 01, 2005
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MP3 4.3 MB, 128 kbps, 0:00
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Same Click Same Hit Same Lit Same Shit Aint it Still Legit Dont Fuck wit my shit Yall should know how to spell this shit out Young D-coy leavin the taste all in your mouth Same Age Same Stage Same Page Same Cage Same Rage Same Wage Dont front and engage All yall should know i cant be locked down Young D-coy makes this whole world go round Turn your headphones its time for D-coy again The kid now comin up stronger than a million men I go this shit on lock leader of the defense Im so lyrical with my shit whatever i say makes sense They said i wouldnt make it but im still on my way I take shit one step at a time every fuckin day And they front and come up to get to my shit Soon enough all these fucks be riding my dick Oh shit, i just spit another hit, Fading out tracks without being lit, rappin with wit's I rip hoes as i make them 0's more than Deniro's And i still slit ya throat and let the bars hit the notes Dressin up like pozers? Nah dawg i dont act whack Illest rapper not wearching chains and rockin throwbacks Been through hell and back, i dont act black That aint my skin, if you dont know let me tell you again.. Throw me a beat dawg i flow to any shit Upper cuts jab's and blows i take every hit Im living life as a teen so that makes me legit Gimme a problem couple a bars and ill spit If i cud start from the beginning id take the same path Like askin satan if hed take a minute to cause rath I make these raps to stop these people from actin whack Im taking all this crap and rolling it up into my own joints Loadin em up puffin em out and still staying on point I rock wristbands jerseys and baggy ass jeans I spike my hair up and keep my shit clean I be a role model to whoever follows my road And i wont talk bout gangsta shit even if im 10 mil sold I talk from the soul every word has its meaning Fuck the ice my words will keep ya ass freezing I cud still spit even if my neck at gleaming Doin whatever i want dawg i dont need a reason Bring ya click and ya shit too hot to be stopped Im getting these traks and droppin it likes it hott 3r d VERSE my shit getts WORSE Rappas cant hit my bars in neutral or reverse This must be a curse, Im In drive cuz i got the wheel this time Im makin kids suffer with every bar and rhyme And have children copying my shit like mime's And i cud still handle critisizm from these hypocries I repeat my rhythm when these fucks ryde my dick If yall think i suck, tough luck, its all bluff Ive seen this stuff real life the shit i live Every day 100% the shit that i give You throw it at me i chew it up and spit it out Like Jay said ya cant yell with the barells in ya mouth I bring em out like J-kidd and put shit in place Come back and put this on there face I dont do this shit to make the green I do it to get in between peoples mind's Staying back on the grind, never gonna be left behind Im ahead of mine, the best i cud be let me tell you one last time You get on my shit when i get mine Illness my biggest crime Yall shud be on my team cuz youll know when i bust out the scene
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