KazeLoon - 50 DOLLAR TREES lyrics

50 DOLLAR TREES BY KAMIKAZE LOON Verse1. 50 Dollar Trees you get smoked like a 50 Dollar Tree where I'm from we so crazy we so wavy you so rough Gay-Z back stab your own so called Fam Bam why would real n***as wanna ride with you look how you did Damon Dash? He brought you up in the game gave you the record company, the spotlight and fame but when he was broke you show your real fruity colors and back stabbed him like a Medusa Snake Mr.Foxy Brown B the New Foxy what crown?What pounds you don't count in the streets hitting clubs don't count it's too real on these streets but you would never know you a P.C from Marcy. Marcy Darcy got more heart then you and she just a T.V character made up in fiction Brooklyn n***as is wit it but they not wit you that's why they wit it. You say they stuck like Max B but to the max you and B is stuck on b**h status you some phonies my dawg Maxavelli got more heart then you both a run away dawg been seen pushing the streets been to the Dog Pound several times that's better then you both Verse2. Get a good clue b**h your blueprints is a design of a f*g mind it's a Brooklyn Zoo out here it's like walking through a deadly field of landmines but you wouldn't know doe you spend more money on bodyguards then you do on your own Foundation faking, perpetrating, backstabbing, two facing, trading don't make you real like Jason and those Made Men. Other Rappers real Trappers been pulling your Ho Card on these streets you send people there way and basically tell them you don't want no beef now you Ashanti you only eat veggies, selling more wolf tickets then albums don't make you the King of the Ring you a Buster like Douglas but with no Mike Tyson victory your platinum plaques is pyrite fools gold cause you had us fooled when you sold us them dry lines time after time look at your Music sales decline. Biggie is looking down from Heaven as always in disgust at ya punk he never woulda got down like ya and hated on so many people in the slums you gotta colabo with white people to get recognition Uncle Tom no Ford I'll crank your a** like a old model T-Ford and watch your cake a** soar like your who*e Verse3. You ain't worth a 50 Dollar Tree you the Five O One Time the Police to me how come you never go to jail? What agency you working for you ain't B.I.G you a P.I.G to me Police Interviewing Gangstas asking too many questions about the biz on the streets you know the G-Code policy keep your mouth shut you might live to see 50. Anyways the real Eastcoast Rap Kings couldn't be you you make fake sh** music you ain't about you probably take dick and ate it I read in The Vibe you staged the restaurant incident where you stabbed that guy with the steak knife I smell publicity stunt you sure needed the hype your street cred they don't see you in the city streetlights in this StreetLife but you be rapping the City Is Mines LOL Smiley Face f** boy yeah fuccing right! You get rolled up like every 50 Dollar Tree like how the 50 roll deep you can't see D.M.X, Wu Tang, Method & Redman, Shyne, Dipset, & 50, and all the other Rappers around the world Mr.Sucafeller you a sissy that be pissy pissy without the Chrissy when you out with your High Paid Bodyguards in the city fucc some Bodyguards I get out on Parole and be mobbing through my City too high and too risky strapped up telling n***as where the hits be? You 50 Dollar Oregano Trees miss me we the 50 Dollar Tree Green Island Brooklyn Ave. you a fruity bubble gum cigarette f*ggot it's real out here in The Streets Gay-Z & New Foxy if only you could imagine