MARKED FOR DELETION - Vangundy (Duplicate) lyrics

[Billy Billions] Yo, you really got all them guns but can't hunt me Billy run ny team, like Vangundy Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy Get the wack sh** from them, and then from me Billy on cd, then cop it bro Only got true love if it profit bro And I live life hard, you can't knock it bro If I know I'm gon eat, what I'm stoppin for Watch it bro, let me do, the best be who Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do Gutter, enertain crowds like Chris Tucker Talk sh**, be a fist up ya, gon get knocked out I'm nervous like drunk taxi turns b**hes be wantin me like they tax return Gotta chill I got tracks to burn, and L's too My whole crew is straight from Belvue If you wanna test I failed you Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied Bill shot tip hop like Missy died [Bo] Blow my thing reckless, F E 1's will never catch me My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy f** a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact This strong facts, avengin this lyrical combat Wit dope bomb, then post long I'm on the mics like En Vogue song With the heart of lion like Voltron We don't pop champagne, east New York, this ain't a damn game No powder here neither 'cause we ain't tryin to run no campaign I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my c*** be?????? I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bigsby East New York, you know we lockin it down And all that platinum stuff you talkin bout we droppin it now [Ruck] We like songs to vocals, weedheads to bongs and nodles I'm tryin to get more paper than the Barnes & Nobles The don'll show you, meet villa I'm calm and noble But soon as you break the love, gotta bomb and roast you That's the motto, when I catch that a** tomorrow Wit a luger from Germany, and a bag of hollows Half a pound in the bag of bravos Meetin connects, only thing them hoes getting is hash and cosmos The screwdrivers, crash bar with blue foggers On the truck, dvd, tvs and two ballers And the headrestes, smokin blunts of the best cess Watching Tae Bo, b**h in the back doin leg stretches [Nolan Epps] They bury n***as put 'em on while I'm wildin Born in Georgia, make my way to Long Island Suffer county n***a, f** a barn and a bounty n***a Never lost but you lucky that you found me n***a I take this rap sh** more serious than others Born an only child no sisters and no brothers Uh, but attack it like I got an army behind me Used to run the streets now the crib is where you find me 'cause in the streets it's either k** or be d**h row And I ain't tryin to die I'm tryin to live to see mo' dough Now that's realer than "Real Deal Holyfield" A n***a hooked up with E and got ma** appeal New crib, big Benz with the chromey wheel Lovin life, stress free how a n***a feel [car crashing] [Big Kim] Watch out, like The Beatnuts I get loose like s***s, givin it up Easy on these cuts Me diggy dog I'm a hog for rap I break tracks, black, so Make way for the boss, the rap Diana Ross Def Squad baby girl of course Go ahead talk sh** like you know All you see is the doobie wrapped through the cracked window Pitch black, Tahoe Ghetto style, microphone fiend since child Long Isl, I'm the black tall star Rippin tracks bar for bar, who wanna spar I'm K I M, behold the black queen In a pair of Gucci boots, frames and matching jeans Baby girl comin through Payin rise on Funky Noble, soon to be global [Sy Scott] Sy get hostile, in thin square time's illogical Rap done f**ed up and created a monster Tryin to do with verses, crime watches I make n***as get second opinions from 12 different doctors Watch out I pull my crotch out Technical knockout, make n***as quit like 9th grade dropouts You enlighten me when I'm angry, I'm stir crazy New n***a in rap I don't know if you heard lately Sy Scott I'm the shot like the Glock With the dot, smoke on top, fresh out the box I'm, artistic, they all autistic Tip it all to me f**in with the ultimate Authentic, arsenic, arguments is augmented They agonize on many minutes after admittance The meanest what I mean is I'm merciless like Ming is My mean street mangles the meaningless Seem seemingless when I'm singing I win when emceeing Skim cleaning like spring cleaning Def Squad Mr. Know it all *Stick to the rivers and lakes you used to don't f** with the waterfall* [Pmd] Ayo, I don't care unless the game change Don't ever try to erase my name, and I find a rapper slain Lay dead in a train, laced with c**aine You know the M O, still writin like I'm shoppin a demo So f** a limo, we blowin out mics with our mens yo Still crack your back, still snappin necks Still all up in Chase Manhattan with the E Dub cashin checks Hoodie on and black, with the gat, that go splat For any n**ga that wanna jump up and act like he that cat Get your sh** pushed back, when I'm, heidy ho So leave me alone when I'm ridin low, slidin slow Chronicked out off the Cali 'dro Mic Doc and E Dub in your grill lettin you know I definitely hold my man down and he holds me Pumpin Ghost's cd, The Lox, Jadakiss is where it should be So when our crew strikes they strike proper When they start sprayin sh** to f** up f** callin the cops, call in the ghetto chopper I'm nice with mine, precise with mine When I cop j**els to floss, yo I cop ice with mine