This Is Ring Tone M Lyrics

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clap your hands uh to the beat yall
because the heat'll make you clap your hands u say
you goes one for the cash, two for the safe this is ring tone murder lets starv the place

(verse)
? ?like a bullet blow ur head right off
hand on the trigger pull give ur mouth the night off
give ur sound man a c note to cut ur mic off
the promoters need me nigga youse just a right off
after that hit the dressin room and turn the lights off
score on the fourth broad let them break my pipe off
i used the word off 7 times in a rhyme
u dumb enough to think i got a limited mind
but before u start tweak it critique it press and rewind
einstien understand that ur third eyes blind
u lack creativity thats y u dont shine
they callin me a genius its about time
im like tattoos on ur mommas behind
i bounce up and down and at the end ima shine
and i will humiliate anybody who want it
im back on top it hurts lil homie dont it

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(verse)
its obvious these clowns dont know who i am
must of didnt get the message nigga check ur spam
get ur facts right take ur d**k out ur hand
ur a homo but u probably on the low low damn
they call me uncle l im from the north side of queens
now u lookin at me like what does that mean
it means i crush u and every coward in between
for soundin like girls wit them sweet 16
and i dont give a f**k about whos old or young
from what i hear the grave yards got room for everyone
test big L'y come get ur head sprung
what coffin u want the blue or da red one
i aint gang banging that aint the muthaf**kin point
the point is that i spark these niggas like dust joints
the point is u gonna pay me what u owe me plus points
listen to da sound of revenge is my voice

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(verse)
u run around talkin about im twice ur age
but i was rich a 17 u got some shit to explain
rap games like a movie niggas playin a role
but ur poker games to weak ur forced to fold
all this waitin and debatin shits made me cold
ready to blast seperate ur body from ur soul
coniving a*s cowards get dropped in a hole
these niggas r shook like pinkys a*s on the pole
im tha bridge ova troubled waters pay my toll
im the rules to the game u obey my code
im the center of the bomb im the part that explodes
u r not hip hop nigga go write for vogue
u r not a king nor prince u just a toad
u aint a g u a hoe ur sweeter then rocky road
battle anybody who want it let me know
just had another birthday nigga more dough

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