100 Songtext
von RATKING

These herbs take my verses for granted
Every verse deserves a purse with a grand and
A hearse with a handsome
I purchased a bandage for those that
Ain′t heard of the damage

I bring i sing
S that merk off your manner
Think you polite
Picked up by the police
TO-night
In booking
Shooken so tight
Tingling mingling with the coked type that's so white
Or the wild on canal so clothes tight

Old-type
Uncle Stu
Told me bout his whole life
How he used to hold knifes
Now I hold mics


Hard pill to swallow
Heard there′s light at the end of the tunnel
Wasteman found it
Left it rot
He was chasing his troubles

Tim hit the puddle
Splash raps up in the huddle
And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one-double? Gold-fingered Sport
Tossed me the beat, told me to keep it a hundred
Risen the ranks
Tend to spit, speak, say what i want to
Go to my gun or
Cool hands of thunder succumb
Pulling me under
Into the jungle
Like it or lump it
Eat, it's one or the other


Cute kid
Tooth-ed
Lose it now I'm putrid
Truth is
Toothless
Zooted
Care who could give two shits
Usually used with
Used to be muted
Eh eh
It made me tight
Gave me a mic
Now I′m hype to use it

Music′s just two cents
This flu i grew has left me too sick
Gonna take you
Through some of what we doing
Truth's you can′t deduce it
Hustlers that do it
Never left if they know they need it
If you get it tell me what percentage do you keep it?

We keep it!

Hard pill to swallow
Heard there's light at the end of the tunnel
Wasteman found it
Left it rot
He was chasing his troubles

Tim hit the puddle
Splash raps up in the huddle
And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one-double? Don′t forget it
Bullshit
Of course, sweat it
Cuz we was force-fed it
Since we was all born in it