Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 5) lyrics

(*talking*) The hardest n***a out here, better quit f**ing with me (better quit f**ing with me), I keep wrecking these c.d.'s You better quit f**ing with me, (better quit f**ing with me n***a) k**a n***a that's right, run it let's do this sh** Rayface [Kyleon] You can catch me, Dickie suited and Chuck'ed up I ain't rocking no pink, you got Kyleon f**ed up Badge on my chest, k**a looking like the cops While you n***as dressed in pink, looking like the bops My chain ring and bracelet, looking like the watch That mean, everything I sport's iced out The realest rapper, from the twan to the head You disagree, you finna see me put a gun to your head Make a false move, and try to run then you dead (so you better start smart), and start sleeping with the guns in your bed Make a false move, and try to run then you dead (so you better start smart), and start sleeping with the guns in your bed Make a false move, and try to run then you dead (so you better start smart), and start sleeping with the guns in your bed And my k**ers don't talk, take a look at Rayface They're 'noid, when he put this AK in they face Or get the .45, from Dre Day in they face Come up in your house, but not to parlay in they place And, Kyleon is a hit flow spitter My raps conceded, you can't f** with this flow n***a Just face it, you stuck with this flow n***a Your lil' kids, need to look up to this flow n***a If you had sense, you'd hook up with this flow n***a But you scared, I shook up with this flow n***a Keep look at Kyleon, still the dude to watch Cause me and Slim the best combo, since shoes and socks I guess that's the reason, why these dudes are hot Cause I keep k**ing these flows, and these dudes are not (*talking*) That's a damn shame, you're not f**ing with me man Your slugs, are not f**ing with me man (uh-uh man they not) I'm too f**ing consistent, you are not f**ing with me man k**a [PJ] PJ b**h, bout to get right to it Yella gon mix it, Rayface gon screw it I'ma tell you this, and I'ma tell you one time Get out of line, and lose your motherf**ing mind No I don't mean, going crazy Talking bout, leaving your damn brain on the pavement Ride with Kyleon, and we strapped up and heated Show me a town, going down and I'll bleed it n***as can't see me, my flow too sick You don't like my sh**, you could s** two dicks Everywhere I go, people notice my face A nine millimeter, what I tote on my waist If you can't stand the heat, then move around You ain't heard yet, them damn Boyz N Blue in town It's going down from the winter, on into the summer Trying to throw the Davin rims, on a candy blue Hummer Hoes wanna f**, so they give me they number That broad that you chasing, I done already done her Hoes wanna f**, so they give me they number That broad that you chasing, I done already done her Hoes wanna f**, so they give me they number That broad that you chasing, I done already done her Big laptops, when I crawl like a stunner Ba** so hard, truck sound like thunder Coming down tight, smelling like cologne Make a b**h seat dick, when I pull up on chrome PJ hoe, I ain't playing with you boys My click rolling thick, in them candy blue toys what (*talking*) Rap hustling motherf**er, PJ Boss Hogg Outlawz, dream team you know I'm saying You boys ain't f**ing with it, wave your white flags [Sir Daily] It's Sir Daily back do'ing, PJ and Kyleon Sliding on chrome, wrecking microphones Dusk to dawn we get it, you name it we did it f** showing love, we in it for digits We gon break the microphone, everytime we spit Gon pull up on chrome, everytime we spit Iced out to the max, shining hard as the sun Them Boss Hogg Outlawz, be the rawest to come Out the Tex, and get checks to wreck On the scene mugging mean, toting techs for plex Wreck the deck, everytime the c.d. in I got chrome on everything, you see me in ha (*talking*) Daily baby, feel that All Flows 3 n***a (you know the veteran rookie I'm in the sto's right now, check me out Spit some game right quick)