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Correct 16 Bars Of Death Lyrics
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Correct 16 Bars Of Death
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What the fuck? Yeah! Yo y'all niggaz get'cha rhymes up I'm sick of this shit, get your bars up niggaz Sixteen bars of death my niggaz Ay Planet, let's go, c'mon! [Planet Asia] All it takes is sixteen bars of death Rain hail snow, I make the clouds drip to get you wet And that's a bar no matter East to West Don't get this rap shit twisted, I'ma star that'll meet your threats And we can bet, cause if I go deep in death Then it's a rap, face it, you could never beat the best man And even as a little kid - niggaz knew I had it in me cause the way I used to spit at the assemblies And unless you remember me from now on Everytime I spit then it's a special delivery My world is of ability, women give neck willingly Niggaz respect me lyrically - my, city is feelin me From the inner to the optic jewels From the beginnin to the endin I am not to lose I'm not the fool, spit 'til no bars is left And all y'all teams can feel my sixteen bars of death [Chorus: Planet Asia] Sixteen bars of death Rap monster on cassette, never runnin out of breath Yes, sixteen bars of death And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left [repeat 4X] Get your bars up (yeah) get your bars up (yeah) [Planet Asia] In the apartment, the artist get it started for hours Heartless, like the department of the water and power Yeah - fuck your hot showers, and while you watchin the fight I cut your cable just to show who really got power Now I'm, minutes from ass-kickin sessions Asswipe, we tax niggaz like Pacific Gas & Electric Bar spitter, {?} cigar splitter, tar getters Hard-hitter hater niggaz want to war with us But get your bars up, cause niggaz know about me and they know about my squad, so as far as us I ain't got to answer the shit, so if you see me in the club keep your mouth closed and dance with a bitch Cause I'm bout to be the hood philanthrophist; get down or lay down And how I got up in the spot wasn't an accident Just love blood tears and sweat, and large respect And sixteen bars of death, yeah [Chorus] [ad libbed outro by Asia's hype man]
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