Paul Sang Lepcha - PZD Freestyle lyrics

Paul Sang Lepcha: Its the thug part 2 , you know what we do Shuuuut!!! every rapper f** peace and your crew I got the game shook if you ain't gotta clue I said I run hiphop everybody said its true King of upstate you can call me tha don Went from rookie of the year to wearing the crown And so I celebrate my win with a shot from my Glock And now these b**hes runnin off jumpin fences on the block Man these rappers so sweet I might die of diabetes Your rhymes all Uhhhh... im like what the f** is this What you tryna do coz you're making me laugh Yeah you rappin bout hoes look insanely wack Im the nations most illest og on the front Been patiently waitin on like a lynx on the hunt So what if I said that your baby mama is a c*nt Yeah she s**in f**in dicks like its a motional stunt b**h stab your innocence is k**in me, you kiddin me You see me do a threesome murder lyrically And mentally im tryna kick knowlege in your head You made your bed now sleep in the casket you ba*tard I gotta feelin DEM is the army and we ready for war Wietnam veterans make your sight go blur With a face like that how the hell you gonna win When you rap like b**h and just depend on your team No your not on my level im the king When you see my team comin all your heart starts poundin You star struck 10 buck on your luck Take your ugly a** ho and throw her a** off a truck Imma ...bruce lee in the makin And lately ive been kickin some a** in the mornin Its obvious that you look like you ain't gotta clue See when you can't keep it up you gotta walk right through Yo im true to this and you're new to this Your beats my piss , and your b**h wanna kiss Thirsty for fame I gotta big one, cheddar Put my fist in your face and vanish off from my radar f** the faculty and all the f**ing board members Imma sh** on your property , my green witch curse Make you throw back blood , loose your job Loose your wife thats my word Your whole world blacks in the count of three You f**in with me you f**in with the best East or west come be my guest b**h You've never been there so stop with the frontin Tryna throw stones tryna gain some reckonin Gtk we run this modaf**in rap On the map you can look and get your ugly a** clapped for sure, uh This is how we roll , mob we in the scene up with a mad men's goal Keep it in mind I put my life on the line You f**as look at the time and tell me do I look fine Hit me it ain't a crime to murder someone on rhyme I'll pay ya dollar and dime coz now its my time to shine, uh So brodha v take a closer look at me There ain't no much goin on your B-rap city The rest of yall look you wasting my time Lay it all, down hand it on record who's no.1 Ill f** you all up and be home for dinner My moms on the phone waiting I gotta see her You gotta ball player but you scared to look You shook coz ain't no such thing as half way crooks!!!