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Give N Go (feat. T-Sizzle) Video (MV)






Bama Loc - Give N Go (feat. T-Sizzle) Lyrics




Fear none im the beast these niggas run in fear from
Thrill of the chase is the type of shit that I live for
Here starts the show, lights shining on a real star
Killer bars you won't make it out alive, still born
Sizzle known for leaving microphone crippled
Can walk across water no swimsuit
As for the best spitters im at niggas heels like gym shoes
Throw a punchline and knock them niggas lips loose
Im on fire like a lit fuse, sip Goose
In the club looking for a thick chic who gets loose
The illest spitting place your bets I bet you won't win
I go for gold when I run my flows, Jesse Owens
Certified to rock the crowd in this place
When I rhyme God looks down with a smile on his face
On my knees hope that the Lord can forgive my curse
I murdered all of my adversaries to end my verse
Rock the crowd like crack thats why the keep coming back
Flows doper than ever may I be potent forever
The take kindness for weakness so I kill em with kindness
That's why my rhymes is nice about as sharp as a knife is
Im the camp in the damn ring check out my hand speed
Body blow wit a right cross knocked him to his damn knees
Get yo ass up it aint over wit yet
Im bout to shatter yo jaw a put a hole in your chest nigga
Look in my eyes, im so focused wit mine
Flows heavy drop knowledge, put a hole in the ground
Exploit ya weakness just to get the upper hand on ya
Destroy ya wit ease and then we proceed wit tha plan homie
Get money and kill em all, disappear in the fog
Never heard from again, not even a call
Believe me when I say f*ck em all I will finish em
Flow deadlier that second hand smoke im killin em
I got skills of a God, even God heard heard my bars
And was like, oh my God I go hard
The beast is out its to late to get scared nigga
Decapitate the main artist because he the head nigga
Im on point like a finger roll pass it off to Bama Loc
Now thats the definition of a give and go

Half man, half animal, nigga you can quote that
Take my animal side and put it where your throat at
Take ya rap career and hang it up on a coat rack
These niggas stepped on like a door mat, I hope that
These lame niggas wanna come try me, probably
I put them on ice like hockey, Got me
Pissed off to the point where this is more than just a hobby,
Shitting on these rap niggas ya crew my porta potty
Wipe my ass with a hundred, ya always talking money
Guess ya on that Kevin Hart shit, Seriously Funny
Way back in the days heavy blunted looking bummy
Now im shinning on these niggas like a comet when im coming
I aint got no conscience, mind of a convict
But ya head open just to see what you were wondering
Serve it to ya kids at a parent teacher conference
Imma server the rest up at an after school function
F*cking up the game straight raw no condom
USDA certified Johnson
Monster mayhem, may them rest in peace who wan get me
Im standing up on they grave wit one leg up and im pissing
Wit a mind that's hella twisted to torture competition
Was trying to go against me now you begging for submission
Surrendering cant slow me down, cant hinder him
Serving everybody like Wimbledon
Im in a class of my own, I show my ass on a song
A flow that can not be faded, they wait in anticipation
See I married the streets and music is my liaison
I take my time when I do her so thank you for all your patience
I get raw and retarded, bout to corner the market
Don't have a problem wit saying that most of y'all niggas is garbage
You don't like what im saying then f*ck it gone head and start it
Ill leave u dearly departed, hang you up by your carcass
Boy im heartless, heartless, yeah bitch im heartless
Insane coming from the darkness
A slight mist a sliced wrist and razor blade and an ice pick
Im killing myself on my shit, these other rappers my side dish
And you really think you want it with me
My own competition it aint no opponent but me
Shoutout to my nigga sizzle man we murdered the beat
We done gave now we gone leave it resting in peace
Capisce
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Fear none im the beast these niggas run in fear from
Thrill of the chase is the type of shit that I live for
Here starts the show, lights shining on a real star
Killer bars you won't make it out alive, still born
Sizzle known for leaving microphone crippled
Can walk across water no swimsuit
As for the best spitters im at niggas heels like gym shoes
Throw a punchline and knock them niggas lips loose
Im on fire like a lit fuse, sip Goose
In the club looking for a thick chic who gets loose
The illest spitting place your bets I bet you won't win
I go for gold when I run my flows, Jesse Owens
Certified to rock the crowd in this place
When I rhyme God looks down with a smile on his face
On my knees hope that the Lord can forgive my curse
I murdered all of my adversaries to end my verse
Rock the crowd like crack thats why the keep coming back
Flows doper than ever may I be potent forever
The take kindness for weakness so I kill em with kindness
That's why my rhymes is nice about as sharp as a knife is
Im the camp in the damn ring check out my hand speed
Body blow wit a right cross knocked him to his damn knees
Get yo ass up it aint over wit yet
Im bout to shatter yo jaw a put a hole in your chest nigga
Look in my eyes, im so focused wit mine
Flows heavy drop knowledge, put a hole in the ground
Exploit ya weakness just to get the upper hand on ya
Destroy ya wit ease and then we proceed wit tha plan homie
Get money and kill em all, disappear in the fog
Never heard from again, not even a call
Believe me when I say f*ck em all I will finish em
Flow deadlier that second hand smoke im killin em
I got skills of a God, even God heard heard my bars
And was like, oh my God I go hard
The beast is out its to late to get scared nigga
Decapitate the main artist because he the head nigga
Im on point like a finger roll pass it off to Bama Loc
Now thats the definition of a give and go

Half man, half animal, nigga you can quote that
Take my animal side and put it where your throat at
Take ya rap career and hang it up on a coat rack
These niggas stepped on like a door mat, I hope that
These lame niggas wanna come try me, probably
I put them on ice like hockey, Got me
Pissed off to the point where this is more than just a hobby,
Shitting on these rap niggas ya crew my porta potty
Wipe my ass with a hundred, ya always talking money
Guess ya on that Kevin Hart shit, Seriously Funny
Way back in the days heavy blunted looking bummy
Now im shinning on these niggas like a comet when im coming
I aint got no conscience, mind of a convict
But ya head open just to see what you were wondering
Serve it to ya kids at a parent teacher conference
Imma server the rest up at an after school function
F*cking up the game straight raw no condom
USDA certified Johnson
Monster mayhem, may them rest in peace who wan get me
Im standing up on they grave wit one leg up and im pissing
Wit a mind that's hella twisted to torture competition
Was trying to go against me now you begging for submission
Surrendering cant slow me down, cant hinder him
Serving everybody like Wimbledon
Im in a class of my own, I show my ass on a song
A flow that can not be faded, they wait in anticipation
See I married the streets and music is my liaison
I take my time when I do her so thank you for all your patience
I get raw and retarded, bout to corner the market
Don't have a problem wit saying that most of y'all niggas is garbage
You don't like what im saying then f*ck it gone head and start it
Ill leave u dearly departed, hang you up by your carcass
Boy im heartless, heartless, yeah bitch im heartless
Insane coming from the darkness
A slight mist a sliced wrist and razor blade and an ice pick
Im killing myself on my shit, these other rappers my side dish
And you really think you want it with me
My own competition it aint no opponent but me
Shoutout to my nigga sizzle man we murdered the beat
We done gave now we gone leave it resting in peace
Capisce
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Writer: Brandon Stewart, Christopher Lewis, Terrance Church
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