Lyrikile Trife - 95 Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Won Aze] [Verse 2: Lyrikile Trife] I'm a set it like a tech 9 for the record to get wetted murdered on some sweet sh** like diebetics close your doors there's no exits and that's when they'll least exspect it when sh** get hectic I don't care if you police protected watch how I spit this off the mind like a sickness I maybe a jerk but I'm a let you finnish if big was here he'd say I'm dead wrong wack rappers be a** out like jenifer lopez in thongs cops can't murder me my lyrics is dirty but harder to catch like herpies I doubt ya'll heard of me? you playing games like russian rulett with automatics drastic hey you cute and I ain't gay f*ggot more straighter than jackets who is the one who makes the kids run with guns fat with the size of Big Pun I'm from a city where the weather's real cold I got a ill flow step up with your boyfriend and screwed like a dil*o Yo pa** it to Won Aze... whip these f*ggots with the mic like your dick in their face [Verse 3: Won Aze] [Verse 4: Lyrikile Trife] I'm blowing gages k**ing mother f**ers like old ages powerful impact bullet holes in faces deserted in open the most dangerous homicidal call me micheal with a rifle I'm behind your back like spinals calapsing got the heart of a natural born k**er hate you with a pa**ion everlasting thoughts of an a**a**in putting hits on police like john tavoltra I'll a**ault ya with no grease leaking on the floor clean hold heat smoke a n***a like bob marley smokes weed cats be p**yer than jodeci that og that slings stolen dope beats like c**aine to num and blow your brains the f** out like kurt cobane inhail away the ashes then ses I blaze his caskit at the funeral dangerous and tragic broke through everybody screaming god please save him I only prey to gotti what! the god body smoknig oddesy armed robberies while you cats pratice sicalogy I fight my own wars I'm known to bone who*es and my raps be going long distance like phone calls you got a big crew but I roll with larger men I'm smoother than margin plus I'm hitting harder then that n***a named mic tyce I'm quite nice on this mic device I might slice a punk for the right price when on fight night I come strapped with a switch blade your heart pumps apple juice minute maid while I was outside getting paid you was inside because you been afraid contaminate your queer a** like tear gas say my name five times in the mirror black doubt they can hear that I squeeze a 9 off with the quickness so any eye witness who snitches better prepair to die you b**hes because raps get deep when I mack with my peeps you yapping about beef you get clapped in the streets b**h! no good snitch who tells cops when I bust sh** you can smell shots all the from the streets to the cell blocks now here's something you can understand f** you! coming from the f** you man [Verse 5: Won Aze] [Verse 6: Lyrikile Trife] Now I'm not the average white kid in this street life guard I'm trying to beat the trife odds I've yesterday's past in ash no future it was simple mathimatic's I wouldn't last unless I stached some cash I visualized suicide and hard times reflected off my mind like the sun's equilibrium when expessing these rhymes 13 was a thug fiend with d** girls used to dig me now it's obsence no love confused lost to find reality I'm day dreaming of fanisty's and having wishes for christany with hopes I prey to god I awoke not to be broke feeding my family still they don't understand me responsable now I'm making money that I never thought was possiable regretting about my grandpa who was in the hospital before I never cared cylcelogical when I dropped out of high school only cared about hotties and fast cars lesson you can't have sucesse man when your a** is poor I can't wait for it I want it all fast as a labordoor slaming like outkast with caddlac doors austic used to get caught up with the wrong kids selling narcotics made me violent and born sick I gotta maintain because stress on the brain can led to a mother f**ing suicide thang I think the whole worlds going insane I fill my self up with liquor and drink away the pain [Verse 7: Lyrikile Trife] Grab your guns if you ready this naughty headed n***a is deadly rock army fatigues and like my piece heavy pop you like confettie I'm aiming at you steady you just a butler I'm a machette yo WrongWay hits the hardest regaurdless felony affenders catching murder one charges open cases got me smoked out in stair cases the black cusaider jacking punks in elevators the body polluter gat shooter I'm not your basic street ontraponewer crime talk packs a luga I stomp white cops til they life stops for a low price hops cause my blood is colder than a ice box on 905 you don't want a block war cause my crew'll k** a n***a from the lobby to the top floor the a**a**in's hard to k** when my squad gets ill you better guard your grill before you get scared foreal