Hip Hop Drunkies Freestyle (Cutmaster C)

Let's go nigga! (that's right)
Lloyd Bank$ nigga!
134 nigga! (134 nigga!)
I'm that grown nigga!
All y'all bitch-ass niggas
Running outta Bronx! (You mad nigga!)
It's nothin'! (Hah!)
I got 100 more than shits!
You want one?
Don't be the next nigga! (don't be next!) LLOYD BANk$!

What don't y'all get off of my dick, I got an album to do
I spit a punchline now you won't get til 2002. WOOOOAA!
I know your type, get wild with a crew
And get found powdery blue! – You can't be proud to be you!
I get love like a child with a flu. – You don't want to battle me!
The response from the crowd'll be (OOOOUUUUUUUU!)
Don't matter if you my age or old as my pops SHIT!
I got something for new beef that come straight out the box (STRAIGHT OUT THE BOX NIGGA!)
It's nothing to bag your bitch, have her holding my cock (UH-HUH!)
Doing laundry half naked folding my socks. (SOCKS!)
I know niggaz that I grew up with – that roll with the cops
And got found beat the fuck up! – Swollen with knots
Brother fucking up in school so I told him to stop. (uh-huh!)
Cause if the coach see your grades he ain't holding your spot (COME ON!)
I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen with rocks
So every bitch watch when I pose on the block! (BREAK IT DOWN!)
When my flow hit the top! (UH-HUH!) – It's the rose or the drop. (Break it down!)
Bring the weed and speeding on the road with the wop. (whooo!)
Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop
Come back quarter roll hole in your top! (BLAAAT!) AAAAHHH!
The hoe love the way I put her toes in a knot
Blows in her spot, middle finger rows your block. (FUCK YOUR BLOCK!)
They say I'm to smart to rhyme
So niggaz want me in that newest spring wear. – Called: "Chalk Design"!
I love vanilla to the chocolate kinds
So I don't show up at parades! – Unless it's for the march of dimes

Round 2! Y'all niggas thought it was over?
You ready nigga? The shit ain't over!
Uh, uh! (Part 2!)
Look! YEEAH!

If words could kill – I'd probably average a body a bar
Beef I put air holes in the side of your car. (aaahh!) HAHA!
Dro come with smiley faces on the side of jar
Blades put smiley faces on the side of your jaw. Whoooooooooooooooo!
I'm sick of the law, gamble throw trips on the floor
Fuck a tour, I send you on a trip to the floor
I'm like friends that borrow clothes. – Quicker to draw
Dipped in velour, since a kid shoplift in the store. (COME ON!)
You should've listened before, something hot slipped in the door
Name Bank$! – Hard dicking your whore! (OOHH!)
I'm too much for one borough! – Y'all can all get a piece of Lloyd
Beef'll show up on your porch like pizza boys!
Teachers gave me F's so I gave the teachers noise (FUCK YOU!)
Who ever thought a drop out'd be on the beach with toys!
I got four arms, two for fighting!
One for fucking! – My other one'll have you ducking (UH-HUH!)

(Round 3 nigga!) YEEEAH! Round 3!
Let's go... nigga! One more time Bank$!

I know why you mad, somebody told I was hot didn't they
Well cover your nose I got a whole lot of shit to say! (WOOOO!)
You sound like me, spit it in a different way
You ain't write no hits? – Nigga put your wrist away!
Every time you see me, I'm looking like it's picture day
I'm athletic! – I dip dive, shit for the spray. (BLAAT!)
I'm the best no surprise, buts, if, or mays
I put DNA all up in your bitches braids. ALL UP IN YOUR BITCHES BRAIDS!
How you eating when you skinny like you sick with AIDS (uh-huh!)
Beating me will never happen like nick parades. (okay!)
While you inhaling nickel bags, I'm blowing out a fifth of haze
I'm a be around when the forget the Jays!
No free-bes! – Now you gotta pay me bucks!
I turn niggaz like you – into baby butts!
And I ain't DJ! – But I give you eighty cuts
Nigga I'm a grown ass man go battle lady luck! GO BATTLE LADY LUCK!