Song: Turok
Artist:  Glen & Chris
Year: 2012
Viewed: 47 - Published at: 10 years ago

[Verse 1: Glen]
Said my nigga get a clue
Live a day up in my shoes
Real recongise real, homie who the fuck is you
In this game I am a god, yeah these niggas call me Zeus
Never simple with my rhymes, call these rappers Dr. Seuss
She dont know shit bout my music but ya girl can play the flute
All I do is make these hits, you can say im Babe Ruth
Keep it real I guess these days most people really hate the truth
If you niggas hate me, then my niggas hate you
Killin' tracks we see you mad, catch me chillin' in the lab
Everything I spit is crack, ask my nigga Elee Mac
Back to back we killin shit, we on our grind, blowin up
I'm so sick, its like on every track im really throwin' up
Better then the competition, no rapper is next to me
Overtime I learned to let nobody have the best of me
Love is kinda like drug, consider it ecstasy
I will never fall in love, that would be the death of me
Man im always on my grind and I am never losing time
Yeah my flow is kinda stupid make a niggas lose his mind
And I shine like the VY Canis Majoris
Back in the fuckin day a nigga couldn't pay for shit
Niggas lookin kinda poor, money tryna get some more
Yeah you see me going hard, like im rockin' 24
This is war, I ignore non-believers even more
I'mma beast, make you niggas done for like dinosaurs (Turok)
[Verse 2: Chris]
Born in 1993, since then I've been going ham
Speedin' through these lines, im like Usain Bolt when he runs the track
Metaphors keep morphin' in, punchlines keep punchin' out
Bitches tryna analyze me like they know what im all about
Don't believe in us, criticize us, to the top is where we gonna be
Haters hate, people talkin' shit, but none of that phases me (phasing me)
I'm getting ready to self destruct like 50
I'm raising up, just like a betty , like a betty, times 3
Fear me, yeah I said it, fear us, we getting green
Never poppin lean' dope shit they feen , hotter then the sun, no sun screen
They get soft, straight kill em off
They ain't ready for us, they ain't ready at all
Blowin' tree's all the time, just like its fall
Hoes go around like a curve ball
If you test me, you want pass me
It ain't a threat, its a guarantee
Havoc Gang ENT, is exactly what I choose to be
Life's good, living by the minute
Above the clouds, everyone is a midget
Haters talk shit, I call em critics
Rap's a special job but I handle business

[Verse 3: EggNog]
We lay low, till the feds stroll
5 0 go , we lose control
We go postal, Hulk Hogan
But I ain't broke, that's my slogan
We still smokin', tokin' chokin'
My kush potent, my blunts coated
Then codeine, sippin' lean, double dip I still sip
That germophobic, couldn't hold it, throwin up, up in the cup
I dip the blunt, smoke it up
Dont give a fuck, bitch on the nuts
That duncan' hines, I get buck
Mi ranchito, I get guts
Creo latinos they fuck with us
Don't fuck with us, that's dangerous

( Glen & Chris )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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