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Dunja Rajter - I Use Rhymes lyrics
[1 Da Boy]
 I got a little trouble on my chest, right now
 Mark ass niggaz, don't wanna let me go round
 What's wrong you mad, because I'm on feet now
 Fucking around with this, will get you killed uh-huh
 Now that's gangsta, that's the only way I say it
 I say it because I mean it, and I'm meaning what I said
 Y'all niggaz don't really want, trouble from me
 I catch you young pimp, and break both of your feet
 Make you sniff paint thinner, till your nose start to bleed
 And if you still talking shit, I'll break both of your knees
 I'm a Downtown soldier, from the hood of the 3
 Where fake niggaz get cut, like a shirt with no sleeves
 Cause that's me, pushing a big body U-V
 And that's me, keeping the spot H-O-T
 And that's me, I represent that A-V-A-R-I-C-E whooo
 [Hook - 2x]
 I use rhymes my nigga, to express myself
 It all comes to the line, when I'm by myself
 It's do or die right now, cause I'm for myself
 We slowed it when you jamming this, here by yourself
 [Lil' Keke]
 Where my down South soldiers, lightening up doja
 1 Da Boy, Lil' Ke man I swear we done told you
 The streets is dangerous, better pack your weapon
 Nobody got a gun, then your click half stepping
 Texas Mafia, nobody is stopping you
 You better slow your role, cause my killas is watching you
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 How they ride AK's, stay prepared to spray
 And the street sweeper, hits so deeper
 Writing bar after bar, cause the words reach you
 Verbal assassin, you know the flow be blasting
 I wanna get my bread, is all I'm asking
 Respect the G-Code, Lil' Ke so cold
 Trying to get my loot, cause it's right up the road
 No time to be wasting, my bad fa sho
 Like Christopher Wallace, I love the do'
[Hook - 2x]
 [1 Da Boy]
 Be wise each nigga like me, show up
 I told them boys, that 1 Da Boy gon blow up
 But them haters didn't like that, true that
 Sell a million copies, I lay em over blue dat
 I ain't bringing my style, I ain't bringing my skills
 But I got the skills, to pay my whole click bills
 Now what's the deal punk, you got beef let me know
 1 Da Boy kicking in your front, and your back do'
 I ain't no punk mark, bitch, hater or a hoe
 If you aggravate my mind, your head slammed to the flo'
 Cause I'm a hard hitting thug, that's about my scrill
 Always scheming in my brain, how to make a quick mill
 Now what's the deal, I'm keeping it low but real steel
 1 Da Boy on top, of the world now do you feel
 The hits that I spit, on this track support shit
 Avarice taking over, ain't no and, if's or misses
[Hook - 4x]










