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MDBeatz-{Lookin' 'N My Rearview Instrumental}
Dj Stew Freestyle Tribute to Fat Pat RIP Homie
Shinin' & Reclinin' 2k10 © 2010


it's ya boy yosef
comin' down smackin' clowns
snatchin' crowns no rounds
can go with me ya see
I be the Tyson of the industry
no other can it be
spit it like my boy P-A to the T
can you feel me?
Houston where y'all at
holla my gat screamin' rat tat tat tat
down goes ya blood splat
on the concrete nasty far from neat
boys can't compete against
the texas heat
bound to get burned suckas loose turn
once i get a hold of microphone
prone rippin' up shit spittin' like a bullet
so much weight uh ya can't pull it
comin' through wreckin' the slab
as my rhymes punchin' ya lika jab
lookin' in my rearview

check the bass in the back
of my '88 cadillac
crankin' fat pat and dj screw
ya know what im finna do?
once i get my crew comin' through
showin' raw skills got 304s from Brazil
in high heels
comin' to see the Mass Appeal
Gangstarr hoppin' fours in a jaguar
sippin' barre life of a star
street fames made me a name
foes all the same and i put hataz to shame
once i show my flame
uh bringin' major pain like damon wayans
shot gun flow through ya brain
leavin' a stain
on ya mental plain and simple
gather thoughts in a dark temple
im in a new state of mind as i shine


now look what i dun done
comin' down as the holy one
bringin' punishment like Big Pun
compared to none money by the ton
like C-Bo evils we see no so
betta slow ya role
or else ya body gone swole
cash rolls in a scroll
hataz get a quick fold bold
is my intentions cells penchin'
from these rhymes
lynchin'
clearin' blocks for distances
fool this is
the last of my verse
makin' bodies rock
like in a hearse so step into ya curse
if ya want some much to love from Houston
still boostin' pistol shootin' girls tootin'
asses up when i come through
jammin' ghetto blues
peepin' out my rearview