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Hot Rod 2:430:00/2:43
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I'm A Rebel Mane 2:500:00/2:50
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Revolution feat KAS 4:420:00/4:42
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I'm A Vet" 4:020:00/4:02
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Race 2 Nowhere" Lyrics
THE GHETTO" Lyrics
4:56
Chorus
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
Headed from the bottom to the top
Cause there’s nowhere left for me to go
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
1st Verse
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto where life sucks
And Mama’s and Daddy’s lose their life over a couple bucks
And babies and baby mama’s have to endure the killin
Where all of the local news crews promote the villain
Never promote the willin, not consider the lost
Ones who caught between the guns and paying the cost
Dealers payin they boss, boss payin the law
The law turn a blind eye for the crime they saw
Money blinding us all
We lust after it bad
Especially presented to people who never had
The Messiah is sad, His creation so low
That’s why I represent the poor
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
Chorus
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
Headed from the bottom to the top
Cause there’s nowhere left for me to go
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
2nd Verse
My people livin in the hood tryin to get dough
They sellin bootleg and clothes and booty and blow
Daddy locked in a hole
Shawty chasin the cheddar
Mama working so hard tryin to keep family together
Tryin to endure the weather and stay close to the light
The trials of life ain’t never right but enduring the fight
Not believin the hype and lies the devil will tell
If it was left up to satan we’ll all burn in hell
We’ll all sit in jail; our families will suffer the pain
We’ll all walk through life without callin on Jesus name
That’s why satan a lie and God don’t love him no more
And so he hatin on me, bro
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
Chorus
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
Headed from the bottom to the top
Cause there’s nowhere left for me to go
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
3rd Verse
I’ve lived in gutter ghettos, it’s always been hard
Always been protected by God and always been smart
Always been black, poor and ugly, an outcast
Fast with the heart of 200 Hemi’s to out past
And outlast my adversaries
Think it’s a game?
And I don’t need my grill and chain to rep Messiah name
Cause He was beat for me and died and rose from the grave
That’s why I don’t need a hater, ok, to know I’m saved
He love thugs, the ghetto
God, He is not done
I preach and teach and reside where you cannot come
Where they ride high on 2 sixes and get low in a 4
Christ died for all of us dog, even the gutta of the ghetto
Chorus
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
Headed from the bottom to the top
Cause there’s nowhere left for me to go
I’m from the gutta of the ghetto
HYDRO" Lyrics
3:04
1st Verse
Revolution Art, Revolution Art
PZilla spit a rhyme like a poison dart
Who take ya to the gutta when the bassline start
Who in ya chest like King Kong, bust that heart
I crank it up like a Lambo Gallardo
I sweat them out, ride out like tie bo
I bust ya head like a NY po-po
Not for real, I don’t kill, that’s a oh no
P-Z-I-L-L-A stay C-R-U-N-K that’s trill
Most rappers will tell you they’ll kill
Won’t bust a grape, pop nothing but a pill
I’m bright like Hawaii without 5.0
A blackberry stay sweet like a mango
Tic tock, pop lock like bypo
Raise up, drop down like hydro
Chorus
Florida boy organic all real
One hundred percent, all trill
Worldwide I turn down a deal
It was sticky nasty like Enfamil
Let rap die if you wanna steal and kill
I flip that, came back with a mass appeal
I’m in a vampire throat like a garlic pill
You can’t pimp me, dog that’s a harlot deal
Forever flow like a human gobstopper
Quick to shoot like an overweight copper
Save ya life like a rescue chopper
Ya need help, just call big poppa
I keep ya head bangin out like rock
My John Hancock took me to the top
Old school like players from Ohio
Raise the Cadillac and drop it like hydro
Chorus
Bridge
26 rims on the candy apple whip
Got them switches on the dash, make that big body tip
VIP poppin, got the dance floor hot
When the DJ play this song, make the club wild out
DIRTY DUVAL" Lyrics
4. “Dirty Duval”
3:07
1st Verse
Tallahassee born…..Jacksonville bred
Cashville, TN is where I lay my head
I get bread, get cake, get dough
Then bake it into packs of CD’s like blow
Too fast, too furious if you ain’t never know
Go! Like Speed Racer with my foot to the flow
You a killa? Playa you ain’t never buss
I joke in Dark Knight like, “Why so serious?”
I’m a Kama Kazi, Kawasaki, Dakodi flow on the mic
Blow like a hurricane, swing like orangutan
Self defense, haters knowin what it be
We protect the family
I’mma ride like a G
I eat from the heat of the beats
I’m a boss now
And rock shows over seas like we cross town
I bring pain like jack boys who snatch chains
I get you higher than blow
They wanna, “What’s ya name?”
2nd Verse
850 born…….904 bred
615 where ya boy lay my head
Never die dog, me like T-2
Tell you like a real yard, mon
Whatcha gwon do
When me boolyka, boolyka
All dem rude boy scattah
When me buss microphone
Kill da heaters fi fun
I fought the laws of God and God won
Put the devil on the run when I represent the Son
You represent the guns and blow packs and crack
When I hit you with the truth
Betcha won’t hit back
I take you deeper than Chicago snow…Chi-town!
I get you higher than blow
They wanna know, “What’s ya name?”
3rd Verse
Dirty Duval…..We tear the roof off
I got that Hercules, you got that RuPaul
I’m like a Miercealgo in 5th gear
PZilla bite hard like Tyson on a ear
Ya got the people fooled, stuntin with ya lil ice
Fans don’t know you a broke back in real life
Pettidee PepsiCola to the game
Higher than 52’s and Perrelli’s on a plane
What’s my name?
FREEZE" Lyrics
Chorus
When you see me in the streets, dog freeze
When I walk it like a G, I freeze
1st Verse
I flip the flow like a pro, steady grow man
I Kimbo Slice a mic like Conan
Black blues brother blood, I’m a soul man
Ice cold man, focus in control man
They bump Zilla worldwide, yes sir man
In and out the window of your whip like bruh man
Coast to coast in every hood like a G
If you want love worldwide get like me
Chorus
When you see me in the streets, dog freeze
When I walk it like a G, I freeze
2nd Verse
These last couple of years I heard some strange thangs
It’s like the whole rap game smoking crack mane
Where the real? Where the G’s? Where the truth?
It’s just a hand full of rappers bringin fire to the booth
I jump high and hit the ground with a thunder sound
I keep ya warm from the lava of the underground
From Kingston town to St Ann’s Bay they say
ZillaMan ah trill mon ‘em no come fi play
I use to dance the moonwalk like MJ
But now I dunk the skywalk like MJ
Coast to coast in every hood like a G
If you want love worldwide get like me
Chorus
When you see me in the streets, dog freeze
When I walk it like a G, I freeze
3rd Verse
Ya know they say that hiphop is dead, I don’t agree
But I will tell ya hiphop’s got crabs and herpes
Rappers spread the disease, dog it ain’t fair
And label heads blow ya bread in the air
They love to drink the devil’s juice, take a swig
Put that black face paint on darkie and do a jig
Anything for the bread, paper, feta, cheese
Consider beef raps HIV
Just to move a couple of units they’ll bust ya head
But I don’t fear nothing but God, I ain’t never scared
If my spirit leave my flesh, I ain’t never dead
All this life I speak on music, I ain’t never dead
Girls give me kiss and mama’s give me hug
Give me dap, it’s Pettidee
Mr. Thug Love
Coast to coast in every hood like a G
If you want love worldwide, get like me
Chorus
When you see me in the streets, dog freeze
When I walk it like a G, I freeze