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Ty Farris - Another Crackbaby Lyrics


Ty Farris – Another Crackbaby Lyrics

Another crack baby
Motion picture music, nigga
Live from the streets of Six Mile

Al Bundy on the baseline
Wappin’ that pope high
Prolly put yo prom date listenin’ to my Nas tape
In a stolen Acura with 40s and 40s calibers
Calamari and garbage, they smokin’ like they sip Marleys
I’m Marvin Haggle with rappin’
Relaxin’ when they be askin’ who the chill is
I’ll murda any nigga that sit my bracket
Practice? I feel like Ibul, till that took all my rifles
The only way that they spit a real verse if it’s from the Bible
The life of a rider
Chrome wheels give my bones chills
K hoppin’ in your Mustang, turn you to roadkill
A menace to society until a label come hire me
Until then the blocks and the blog writers admire me
A product of the slum village, yung niggas turned to gun spitters
The visions of my verses is dirty, just like the bum’s pigeon
Crack music so potent, when I spit it make yo lungs shiver
Yo girl on her knees spittin’ fast, now that’s a tongue twister

CHORUS:
Hustlin’ is a habit, fast cars, my bitches is the baddest
I know I know they see me livin’ like so brightly
An 80′ baby that went crazy in the nineties
Anotha crack baby, huslin’ is a have-been
Fast cars, my bitches is the baddest
I know I know they see me livin’ like so brightly
An 80′ baby that went crazy in the nineties
Anotha crack baby, huslin’ is a have-been

The life of a rebel rebellin’ with no religion
I’m on the mission to get it by any means
We livin’ dreams, floodin’ the streets like Mike Jackson jeans
And Billie Jeans. I look around my city and clearly a bunch of Minnie-Me’s
A Pac(?) in that rare wiz, Jersey spittin’ at cameras
Keep the long nose, like elf’s ruler was Santa
Money ova bitches fo’ eva, that be the anthem
I’m feelin’ like Kendric, with lyrics 2 1 ova come challenge
A quiff after dice game, broad day livin’ nights
Take control of flights across the country to slaughter mites
This what niggas posted on corners, sippin’ Coronas
I’m in the lab, breakin’ bad, money chill with my lawyer
D-Fittest steals thru yo car, the keys in it
I’m prolly sippin’ liquor with killas that’s weed sendin’
Hand on the Bible, I promised I’d go hard
Every song I record is nothin’ less than full stars

CHORUS:
Hustlin’ is a habit, fast cars, my bitches is the baddest
I know I know they see me livin’ like so brightly
An 80′ baby that went crazy in the nineties
Anotha crack baby, huslin’ is a have-been
Fast cars, my bitches is the baddest
I know I know they see me livin’ like so brightly
An 80′ baby that went crazy in the nineties
Anotha crack baby, huslin’ is a have-been

[Lyrics to Another Crackbaby by Ty Farris]

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