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Valid featuring Spawn-Still Ballin'

  1. Intro//: #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n' since day one//
  2. Spawn in this mother fucker, East Side!//
  3.  
  4. Verse 1//: #V#a#l#i#d
  5. I roll inside 'da projects wit this lambo, wit' this loaded ten.Glock//
  6. I'm thugs unlucky prospect, they're low gazin', I'm king of Da Block//
  7. Gettin' Twenty Fo' Seven ass n' cash, Smokin' niggas and our' grass//
  8. Coz' me and Spawn be ballin', so much coke n' strokes in the hood//
  9. Lyrically make these MCs choke make drug dealers broke//
  10. Puff 'em out like our chronic smoke, burn 'em like toxic soak//
  11. Ever since I was a baby, I was thug, I fucked my nurses n' teachers//
  12. I fuck big ass bitches, and Hustle n' sell 'em out like drug dealers//
  13. I destroy rappers on the stages, make em flip "How2Rap" pages//
  14. My drive by so outrageous, accurate shots down to these thugs bases//
  15. In this game, Imma Original Gangster, the King, it's your "Game Over"!//
  16. Rollin' in their turf, make their lives chatter, wit' dis Clip n' Range Rover//
  17. Rest In Peace to all my homies n' fam, I dedicate to y'all niggas//
  18. Befo' dawn rise, I wipe out these MCs n' dealers wit' 'dis trigga//
  19. 'Coz nobody can break my rhymes, I'm on my prime time! #E#A#S#T #S#I#D#E!//
  20. End their career, leave em in their wines, hit em out like 8 Miles//
  21. To dope, movie female stars still call me//
  22. Coz' we niggas #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'!!//
  23.  
  24. Hook//: #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', 'til the day I die
  25. You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers//
  26. #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', niggas wonder why
  27. You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
  28. #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'//
  29.  
  30. Verse 2:// #S#p#a#w#n:
  31. I'm loaded and exploded, other emcees say that I'm a missile/
  32. Got a glock on my penis so I'm cocking my pistol/
  33. Raised on the block with the glock that I was given/
  34. Graced on the spot where Tupac gave me his mission/
  35. Rappers? I hit em with the rhythm and give em astigmatism/
  36. Below bedrock, still underground even though I've risen/
  37. Doom bound on the streets even though I arrive driven/
  38. No denying it, straight riding, Flow? trying it, great writing/
  39. Baller from the nine o five, In my hood crime show size/
  40. My subliminal criminal mind brings this, awoke these ill lines/
  41. My critical rhythmical kind pins this, smoke trees, drill rhymes/
  42. Why do hypocritical typical blind rappers spit rhymes when I kill mine/
  43. Chill with nines, kill the spineless, surrounded by Mary Jane smoke,
  44. Scary pain broke when I arrived, you're very vain, I'm dope/
  45. Now I spit and I can't stop, my time's dawning/
  46. Find me on the streets, cops, I'm #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'/
  47.  
  48. Hook//: #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', 'til the day I die
  49. You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers//
  50. #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', niggas wonder why
  51. You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
  52. #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'//
  53.  
  54. Verse 3:// #V#a#l#i#d
  55. Nobody took us seriously, but we had courage, and wiped 'em viciously//
  56. Thugs spat on us 'cause we muslims, we used to live in sad struggle//
  57. But now they're in our clutches, gazin' in fear when they see us visually//
  58. Started from the bottom now we're here, to MCs now, we hit 'em up//
  59. Slay 'em like the spartans, we make 'em kneel, lyrically slit 'em up//
  60. Bitches used to treat me like shit, now they bouncin' on mah' dick//
  61. That's the way we ball, upgradin' our bars, go to stages and still pawnin'//
  62. Lyrical Three Pointers, dunkin' on MCs, stealin' dealers crack, we #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n//
  63.  
  64. Hook//: #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', 'til the day I die
  65. You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers//
  66. #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', niggas wonder why
  67. You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
  68. #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'//
  69.  
  70. Verse 4:// #S#p#a#w#n:
  71. Yo, send a wrung up thug some love from the streets/
  72. Where a tongue tied young emcee learned to melt the beats with the heat/
  73. To never admit defeat, but I almost quit rap, almost hit delete/
  74. But I'ma keep going 'til my shit's elite/
  75. And I made it to top but keep climbing, yea I'll hit repeat/
  76. I was told to step down, but I won't take a seat/
  77. Went through a lot, pushed around after nine eleven/
  78. When some maniacs crashed a plane for "signs of heaven"/
  79. I was pushed cause I was Muslim, my rhymes were threatened/
  80. But my session hasn't ended, I still spit sour like a lemon/
  81. Now I own these streets, in my rhymes I write a lesson/
  82. I spit cause it's my destiny, it brought out the best in me/
  83. I'll get my family at least a quarter mil so I can rest in peace/
  84. And now I'm rising through the ranks, going for the kill/
  85. I'm thriving due to banks, flowing so I can spill/
  86. with my boy Valid, knowing no one can touch this/
  87. We rugged, like the streets we survive on, such is/
  88. the way of my life, but just know that you can't judge shit/

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