A Real Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Volume 10] I always wanted to say fuck everybody Fuck everybody and they mama i say Here we go again and i do it the right way All i gotta say is that i don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck about nothing and nobody Ah here we go again, uh, lodi dodi I don't give a fuck about my momma but she love me Oh my god, what am i saying Here we go again and i'm not playing or waiting, for a sucka to shoot me What the fuck is up i don't give a fuck about dying Here we go again i don't give a fuck about dying Oh shit, fuck this rap shit, fuck this rap shit, fuck my fucking daddy Fuck everybody and they mama i say, fuck everybody and they mama i say [Verse 2: Smooth 7] Coming from the west with a G on his chest Smoking that indo, chronic not stress Why would you ever wanna step to a killa, forever a nigga, growing bigger God, get on my name, Smooth 7 Perfection as i'm using my tongue as a weapon Precision, i'm cutting like a knife, slice enough Take over the mic, let me bust My cranium, sustains pain I will drain, stepping to my flame Burns, you are in, boy yearn As i now take of concoctions, filaments (?) and elements Breaking you down and this is how i'm telling shit Turn your skeleton bones, to bone marrow, you narrow High like a sparrow Why would you try to step to a west coast nigga I'm bigger with the trigger of a Glock Blasting 16 non stop with 30 round clip in my pocket Pocket i sag, rag colour doesn't matter your head will splatter If you try to step to a G, nigga [Verse 3: RKA] As i decide to smash the window of a benz, it's a motherfucking G ride Should i get my pimps right to the eastside Cuz i'm a black man, with a black pride Trippin off,(?) they mothefucking simps Trippin all they niggas, yeah they wimps But they listen to a nigga as i bust Cuz you know a nigga like the RKA kicks up dust It's a must that i bust when i flow People wanna know, yeah my sign's a virgo Kicking it with the niggas that are real heavyweights Cuz you know i rock the microphone, rhymes straight (Damn man who got the motherfucking weed yo, i can go for a blunt) [Verse 4: Ganjah K] Well if you're ever looking for blunts, come to see the Ganjah I'm the man who gotcha Whatever you want, maybe a dub, maybe a nickel, maybe a dime Maybe a fucking quarter pound I got whatever you need when we come in town Right off the plane, come and get my number man From somebody who got it at the bus stop Somebody who know me from Hip-Hop Somebody who know that nigga Ganjah K got everything It seems you wasted on a triple beam And everything is precise, everything is nice And you don't even have to come and get it twice Everytime you get it everything is coming right [Everyone] Do you think they will believe this is a real freestyle? (8x) [Verse 5: Volume 10] Shut the fuck up, i know what i'm doing I don't give a fuck, yo your whole career is ruined If you fuck with me Yo i'm Volume T I don't give a fuck-a, i don't give a fuck-a (ooie) Here we go again and what i gotta say Is uh, This is the USA This the land of the free and the brave I'm gonna get motherfucking paid So, if you wanna step on up, you can step And if you wanna tire up, you can step Now if you want teeth, knocked to the floor, then uh, c'mon, c'mon My name is Volume Ten and i really don't care Here we go again, The Best MC yeah i'm aware Oh my god, give it up for my homies, Ganjah K, GanjahK Oh my lord, i gots to give it up to Fat Jack, cuz them fat tracks ain't wack I'd like to say what's up, oh what's up, oh what's up, my head is hurting I'd like to say what's up to my little kid, hey, my little nephew he always run Oh my god i'd like to say hey to the good life And i'd like to say hey to uh, my wife And i'd like to say what's up to... (ah, fuck, um wait, shit um) RKA! I'd like to say what's up to everybody in the USA If you buy my fucking shit Oh my god, Pistol Grip was a hit! UGK, i'd like to say what's up I'd like to say what's up, to everybody Oh my lord i'd like to say hey to my mommy I'm sorry that i slipped on that freestyle