K-Mack - In Baltimore lyrics

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K-Mack - In Baltimore lyrics

[Intro:] Real gun slingas Where you at n***as? Check it out yo If you real wave yo hands in the muthaf**in air All them blunts,hey yo hey yo hey yo yo... [Verse 1:] You want lyrics, well let the real n***as run it Wack crews get confronted by the shorty that's blunted Never fronted ,you ain't built, im from the thorough school You couldn't f** around if you had p**y in the whirlpool Im swift with this ,i burn crews like ho's with syphilis, i slam Like doors in the face of jehova's witnesses ,pack the crome Style's fly like mrs. Jones, lyrical mathematics where have the devil smoking stone, i put heads to bed lick shots and rapers Fled, went to church a few times now nuns tryna give me head K Mack and Ill shorty from the dough u best to tell em' Lyrics bustin' yo brain style s**in' your cerebellum [who?] Some n***a named Kim from the firm, i probably have To splat em', [b**h n***a], talking trash about Mack and don't know even matter, you ain't real n***a so stop yelling Hip hop,loaded up my Glock and welcome b**hes in the shot The squad is there next, the cruddy kid is who i be, twistin' up Some sin seed that i coped from Mel & B, u n***as best to wake The f** up u in the wrong direction, god you grew u couldn't Lick it in my f**ing session [Extended Verse 1:] That's how is going down Yea Check it out'yo Yo,ey yo [Verse 2:] One for the blunts that i smoke, two for all the liquor i drink Makin' your b**h crew stop to grip and think, the cruddiest I got more reasons to feelin' baley, the sickest squad cuz my Crew is puffin trees daily, u best to go before the shorty get's To clapin', u n***as actin', so eat a dick with your bullsh** rapin' Takin' on your whole crew how ever you come huh, i stash don't give a f** where ever you from, i walk the streets Anytime the cash got me cravin', collect my dough, feeling high soon as the Herb is blazin, hot metal i squeeze when i get heated, if my lyrics was drunk you punk p**ys still couldn't beat it Check for concrete tape styles that i be freakin, lyrics be Heatin' got your melon leakin' hardly speakin' [Extended Verse 2:] Check it out n***as That's for my n***as Check it out yo... [Verse 3:] I bring the rugged against the realness,K Mack will leave the mic scorching, rebel sk**s my raw style is worth a f**in' fortion, rollin' thick with my click some never heard of me The click is Anex, wack crews headin' for surgery, i clean my Eyes blood shot red, when i be chillin' got the gift to manifest In your ear's lyrics be spillin, i catch rat, tag my name on the Wall, on stages, rhythm relax ? with elements and frases, n***as extend kid, my style's label blood sport, big up, to my n***as locked down holdin' the love for me, im on the mission Bringin' drama to competition, takin' flight, style's tight Lyrics be sh**tin', when i'm done, back to herb sellin' With rhymes, i'm compellin' leavin' swellin' on your melon Packin' guns, servin' fiendz to get funz...? Wack crews i eliminate, my style's mad ill, spark a elen poulet And i remain tranquil in the feel, watch yo nugget Word is on i got a full clip, your squad is bullsh**,you b**hes Better forfeit, it's 95', don't be surprised when we arive Lyrics i kickin' sh** mo' bricks then ? Ma** appeal, my style's too danger, for a herb to fit I'm sendin' rappers on a journey that is permanent So tell me if you feel this,cap, when i peel this,back to the lab Cuz you ain't ready for the realness