Ok children for today's vocabulary test
Who would like to stand up and share with the rest of the cla**room?
The definition of the word- Dictate
Ohh, me me me, please
Okay Jason go ahead, stand up
And give us the definition of the word Dictate
Ok?
You know Ms. Johnson, dictate
How's my Dic Tate
[Haystak]
My minds constantly in money gettin mode
I done seen b**hes flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin eighty it's all gravy on the phone gettin throat
From the padro?? to that hydro
From that sticky to that icky
Dark tinted windows on my stretch 150
k**er talkin trash
Tell em boy come and get me
They been bumpin for some minuets
They some b**hes evidently
MY city represents me like fifty thousand albums
They eat it up in the Ville like x-pills and Valiums
God damn, you did em so dirty
Jumpin up out of the back of that back 430
I sh** hotter then fish grease
Strong as a pitch??
b**h please
I'm none of them fake mc's
That sees their enemies and run like hoes
Nuthin to fear but fear foo confront your foes
And tell em
[Hook x8]
Run hide duck huh
b**h you heard me huh what?
[Haystak]
Crippling competitors crushed my opposition
Walk into a room rappers stand up at attention
Like Ten, hut hut hut, shovin threw the club
Hollerin, what what what what
Crunk and I could give a f**
Sipping syrup got me slower then mola**es in December
May as well show my a** in the morning I won't remember
Why my hand hurts
How i got this cut above my eye
Holler turned to squabbling
With fools from another side
Fist will hurt your pride
Bullets hurt your sole
When they jumping out of your body
Because you're bleeding out of control
Oh no, I can't go out like this
Layin here with my drawers full of sh** and piss
You ignorant son-of-a trailer park tramp
Who in the f** do you think I am?
God damn, you only get one more warning
Then you're goin to sleep
But it aint gonna be no yawning
[Hook x8]
Run hide duck huh
b**h you heard me huh what?
[Haystak]
If i could make this verse as hard as the other two
This song would be a banging mother f**er dude
Haystak, alias moonshine, big stak, mista mac
Mista if we beefing watch your god damn back
Even in showers, even at picnics
My clicks thicker then brick mix
Bullets fatally attracted like lunatic chicks
Who jumped on your dick cause your record was hot
Found out where your family stays, can't blow up the spot
Huh, what
Can you say clothes in the yard?
b**h dun threw some grits and barley missed me swear to god
My old lady got more heart then the majority of them
IF I don't like it I go in the source
Say it in public and f** em
It wasn't no accident or homicide
I purposely buck em
The f**in snitch sold out my cousin
Got him busted at customs
You like em but don't trust em
f** em but don't love em
If you really think he's bluffin
Take the gun away from em
[Hook x8]
Run hide duck huh
b**h you heard me huh what?