Artist: Vakill Album: Killem All Song: Dungeons 2 Rooftops Typed by: elixir713@hotmail.com Hook 4x We rock from dungeons to rooftops I rock nothin but the hits We gets busy, busy, busy Are you done without refirming and cutting coke Ain't nothin nice, ain't nothin joke sheeit I'm the reason half of y'all rewind button broke Mentally masturbate til I'm nuttin quotes Fifty feet of jizz until it coats niggas minds like a bitch button soaks I'm the shit, shit happens sorta does Now I caught a buzz and niggas know I'm nicer than they thought I was I flow for rhyme for yours Avoid wars but if you bringin it Ain't no biggie like puff bad boy tours You don't wanna ask for trouble Don't front cause I'm one of the last to bubble I'm payin up dues til I'm your ass'll cover From all the studio time I spent on To whole rhyme ciphers I sent home But how can I be down syndrome Shit, I ain't gon lie I want a pretty penny And a bitch named penny that's pretty With a skinny waist and big ass and titties I rock for loot plus devotion Nigga keep it real, don't make decisions with your points too Not just emotions ya know Hook 4x Ya givin pounds of huggin a nigga dough And lovin a nigga flow But is it nice enough to back instead of dubbin a nigga? No It's how so many dope niggas came and went I'm sure it wasn't their main attempt Rap legends without a remainin cent At the games expense I see what they meant Money can't buy happiness but shit it's one hell of a down payment I got love for the game but have yet to find my reward And after years this could be the last rhyme I record Startin from scratch like chicken pox scars To blow up and get tore down by the same niggas that made Biggie and Pac stars Rhyme skin niggas in a form of polo and hilfiger Grammy award winners lyrically couldn't house a field nigga Yeah we used to love her with affection But even since Insurrection, erection still run up in her with no protection And skills gon' have yet to fare well I'm bout ready to tell this bitch like next years welfare farewell Hook 4x Everyday it's the same question How you get so many words to fit on a line Like a fag that thinks with his dick, I keep shit on my mind Like niggas affiliating italiano The real niggas know what I'm talkin bout from new york to cali I know The likes of y'all, I'm a astronomical Wipe out the entire mass atomical While laughing at your ass so comically Is the real thugs, killas and hood dwellas So it ain't nothin none of you wanna be goodfellas bitch niggas could tell us You headed to our next If you are next in line to shine Try swallowing a bottle of tarnex and puttin reflectors on your ass rode life You heard right, show me niggas that join the mob I show ya jews that join Hitlers third reich It's your turn to get ya flow circulation cut off like tourniquets Cause I'm sending all you bitches Ike Turner kits And sendin these freestyle braggers and rhymeskill boasters To the bathroom masturbatin with they favorite Vakill posters Hook 5x