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Haystak( Jason Winfree )
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Rollin' With Me
Check check youre either with me or against me, in this life, aint no in between.
youre rollin with me youre rollin with me youre goin with me youre goin with me get down with me get down with me everybody else get on the ground.
I go flippin through my notebook, Tryin to find a clean sheet, flippin through my cd's, Tryin to find a mean beat. Bring heat like august, Most rappers make me nauseous, But ahhhh Never stop though, The studio was my sanctuary, May not be legendary but for now im necessary, They call me a good man, hell, That's hereditary, They show me so much love its like its always February. Barely made it, but im here. And you got to hate it, I show you the difference between winning and being nominated. Under-rated. From the first, had this undying thirst. It just got worse, non-stop search for my next hot verse. I worked until it hurt, made sure I was heard. Unloaded on other rappers, committed murder with words. Emerge from the pit, scarred up, but still spirited On some new shit, like 'uh huh. now hear this!'
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com no time for bitches, punks, cowards, hoes, they snitch and sell out, that's how it goes, wolves in sheep's clothes got me second guessing everybody fuck this rap shit, im just my little girl's daddy, a small town boy, hypnotized by the big city, good whiskey, long legs, and big titties aint forgot the ass whoopin, stikes on my legs, country ham, sausage, bacon, and eggs I seen the streets get so heated, they bought to blow up, Disagree with me baby, shoot outs, wait till they grow up 'he's got gun!' people flee for safety, god touched the hearts of let em know im a son, father, a boss, and a worker under enough pressure to justify murder emergency surgery, special doctors, and helicopters, you motherfuckers make me pull a chopper uhh
I've seen companies crumble, empires collapse and Mc's run outta raps but they continue miles Back to catchin the subway jumpin the turnpike, People got tired of hearin that one sound, Stak got several styles, incredible styles, lil' dime bag styles, big federal styles ill show out, choose when I go out, ill take my fans from you, leave my peace, they aint never got to worry bout my knees getting weak, im not joking, its all about right now, ill never freeze up like that dude on eight mile, I came with it, walkin like I talk, Bitch back up off Take a stage and a mic, turn it into my office, When im gone, put a pen and my pad in my coffin Come on
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