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Artist:E A Ski
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Album:West Coast Bad Boyz II
Track:IMG
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:IMG nigga ha ha
What? You ain't knowin' 'bout this motherfuckin' clique motherfucker?

Too many niggas you just can't fuck with.
So you better bow down to this real
motherfuckin' shit nigga.
Verse 1:
Niggas can't rest they see death in the capital
west.
They just rest in pieces when I releases this stress.
Give me the game and
watch me run with it like Hardaway.
Raise the Mac 11 and see how many wants to die today.

I don't play no games, I'm a playa so I peep it.
Put one of your funky tracks next to
mine and watch me heat-seek it.
Kablow.
All my enemies have been faded.
Even
rappers on tour never made it to they designated.
Comin' through that east side Oakland with
that drip-drop hip-hop
watered down sound
That never made it to the underground.

Nigga, my voice is more irritating than chlorine in your eye.
Nigga, I'm from the I,
M G, I'm S-K-I.
A multi-talented minster music.
Weed? I don't do it. Samples? I
don't use it.
Straight, original from this musical OG.
Nigga, open your eye, cuz the
I is in IMG.
(chorus)
IMG (for life, nigga)
West Side (for life, nigga)

You raise your glock at my clique (we'll take your life nigga)
It ain't no thing for
us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a bullet in your ass).
IMG (for life,
nigga)
West Side (for life, nigga)
You raise your glock at my clique (we'll take
your life nigga)
It ain't no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a
hole in your ass).
Verse 2:
I'm scopin' niggas out.
Show me the trigger and
watch me pull it, send a bullet to these
rappers' mouth.
So now, I gotta make my
escape
Like Houdini the great.
"O" is for original, "A" is for artillery, "K",
that's for killa,
Nigga, for my scrilla. Musical guerilla sellin' records by the milla.

That's platinum, now nigga read my walls and lick my balls
Before your family be
missin' you like Aaron Hall.
Now, for all you do, nigga, this is for the bitch in you.

It's part two to take a hit must I continue to bend you
I don't give a fuck if your
whole crew defends you.
I got a crew to, but I don't need 'em to get in you.
You
suck like the pink part of the pussy, fool.
And your tracks ain't funky enough, because your
ho keeps dishin' you.
You double agents keep on spyin' me
But it really don't matter
cuz they can't see that IMG.
(chorus)
Verse 3:
Niggas be having they noses
turned up like bitches.
They must not know I work full time, dumpin' niggas in ditches.

My name and my reputation speak for they self.
The doctor should have told you Mr.
SKI is fatal to your health.
Or else, they should tell you I cause brain damage.
I
manage to rip MC's in half, before I vanish.
Transparent. (I'm highly invisible and that's
why you can't see me).
Lookin' wicked in a T-shirt and a black beanie.
When I creep
like TLC
I ain't Tupac so keep your motherfuckin' eyes off me.
I told you in the
beginning,I'd blast if I have to
Now I have to, slap you up like the ho you are and mack
you, nigga.
And I ain't talkin' 'bout gamin' on ya.
I'm talkin' 'bout mackin' you
when that Mac-11 start flamin' on ya.
You better keep your punk-ass from trying me.

You better try a taste-test before you think of trying IMG.
(chorus till end
 
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