House of Flying Bullets
Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 8:39 am
Some of my rhymes tend to be in the mafioso rap genre, so I decided to show you guys some of the stuff I write in that area. Main inspired by guys like Raekwon, Jay-Z, Wu-tang Clan etc... Anyways this is suppose to be the intro to my mixtape called Side Effects.
House of Flying Bullets
Goes to the beat of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFC41EeF ... re=related
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true
I lick shots like a mobster boss
But for a cause, cause I never take a loss
This is Side Effects though so you dont press pause
All you do is press play...listen...and then applause
I chocked out the mic already
Gaspin for air, shits thin and I'm breathin heavy
Bout bust open like a Louisiana levy
And I know this game aint really ready
And I be on point with my gun held steady
Bout to massacre your entrouage at the getti
Cause my aim be on point like a harpoon
And I know your ears blow when the mic go boom
First mixtape droppin comin at ya soon
Stayin stuck in your brain your very favorite tune
Yo my name is Mr. Prime, king of the crime
Cause I can bust a skull and a mic at the same time
Bitch I'll never tarnish and I'll always shine
Cause I stepped into the lemon not the lime
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true
My fresh kicks and gear be ready no doubt
Performing great shows cause my concerts be sold out
And I got people questionin why I keep at it
Why? Cause my rhymes be some kind of static
Like Frank White I'm Mr. John Gotti
Got an emcee askin who shot me
Well I did kid, cause I be a mobster man
Got me yellin at the cops catch me if ya can!
And if you can't thats alright you can always try again
Just don't think we'll ever become friends
Cause I run my block with force and assertively
The main reason bangers wanna come and murder me
Too bad though nigga my house be filled with gats
While others got houses filled with roaches and rats
This is house of flyin bullets so you betta come equipt
Cause everyone know my Bullets be hallow point legit
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true
House of Flying Bullets
Goes to the beat of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFC41EeF ... re=related
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true
I lick shots like a mobster boss
But for a cause, cause I never take a loss
This is Side Effects though so you dont press pause
All you do is press play...listen...and then applause
I chocked out the mic already
Gaspin for air, shits thin and I'm breathin heavy
Bout bust open like a Louisiana levy
And I know this game aint really ready
And I be on point with my gun held steady
Bout to massacre your entrouage at the getti
Cause my aim be on point like a harpoon
And I know your ears blow when the mic go boom
First mixtape droppin comin at ya soon
Stayin stuck in your brain your very favorite tune
Yo my name is Mr. Prime, king of the crime
Cause I can bust a skull and a mic at the same time
Bitch I'll never tarnish and I'll always shine
Cause I stepped into the lemon not the lime
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true
My fresh kicks and gear be ready no doubt
Performing great shows cause my concerts be sold out
And I got people questionin why I keep at it
Why? Cause my rhymes be some kind of static
Like Frank White I'm Mr. John Gotti
Got an emcee askin who shot me
Well I did kid, cause I be a mobster man
Got me yellin at the cops catch me if ya can!
And if you can't thats alright you can always try again
Just don't think we'll ever become friends
Cause I run my block with force and assertively
The main reason bangers wanna come and murder me
Too bad though nigga my house be filled with gats
While others got houses filled with roaches and rats
This is house of flyin bullets so you betta come equipt
Cause everyone know my Bullets be hallow point legit
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true