He went up against Dirtbag Dan and won on a 3–2 decision. In August 2011, he returned to his roots by taking part in a rap battle for King of the Dot, an Ontario, Canada–based battle league. He moved to San Francisco when he was 20 years old and returned to British Columbia in the mid-1990s. He attended Carson Graham and Sutherland secondary schools. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Bunting was born in Surrey, British Columbia, but was raised in North Vancouver. Soldier Boy19.Zero Tolerance (Fuck Them Laws)Lil Wyte Lyrics provided by Three 6 Mafia16.Posse Song17.Smoke My Dro18.U.S. Crunchy Blac, Lord Infamous14.Players In Da Atmosphere15.Players In Da Atmosphere"(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse8.I Know You Strapped9.I Sho Will10.I Sho Will (Dragged & Chopped Remix)11.In Here12.Look Like You13.Oxy Cotton"(feat. Juvenile6.Drinking Song (Dragged & Chopped Remix)7.Get High To This"(feat.
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Get the embed code Lil Wyte - Miscellaneous Album Lyrics1.Acid 2004/52.Bald Head Hoes3.By 2 Da Bad Guy4.Crash Da Club (Remix)5.Crash Da Club (Remix)"(feat. Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain Leaving damage, making havoc reaction fuckin' with meĬhair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'Ĭausing problem, dodging bullets, soon as I corrupt the scene Get respect that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin' Wit' these issues that I'm facing daily I should tote a tec
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You'll end up stanky, walk the planky and empty out your pockets, bitchīreak da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck I must confess, I ain't 'bout shit but if you think ta cross me, bitch When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo' 'Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya glock I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain If it's killing season, ain't no reason, ain't no need ta stale Tooken up yo golds, nigga, get ready ta blind Juvenile and Three-6 thats a one of a kind Wanted at 'cha 'cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind They never handle they business but staying in line Where niggaz drank VSOP until they breath stank Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay Y'all be wearing them Bee's, I be wearing Ree's You with them freaks, I be in the streets Look, police ain't around when I do my dirtīecuz I map it all loud and then I put in work We ain't gon', fall on our face but we gon' be right We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairsīreak, break, break, break, break somethingĪiyo, smoke something, choke something, get real nice You like it or not, it's everlasting, ain't 'bouta stop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesitant ta pop
You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it, whatever I dropīut even your beef can't touch what I got I'm starting all over with composition sticky like dojaĪnd I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese and this 'bouta bring It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane? I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain When the fuck you gon' start recognize that life is a gameĪnd it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bouta change Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring JuvenileĪnd it's goin' down for you hoes like this
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