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Rivals
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Rivals was released on August 13, 1996 by Rap-A-Lot as a part of the album The Other Side of the Law
August 13, 1996
LabelRap-A-Lot
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

I came in the door (and I) said it before (and I)
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
With no lights on, an old white Brougham rolled by
The windows came down and bullets started to fly
Motherfuckers was running and even myself had to dodge
I dipped around the houses, the bullets hit the garage
**** wasn't scared, just was wondering, "Who the fuck was that?"
I wish I had my shit so I could shoot and bust back
But I was stuck without it, but nobody was hit
Peeped around the corner, first **** I saw was that snitch
To the bang-bang boogie, up jumps the Glock
Just to let a **** know the Facemob don't stop
All this rhyme and period come to a state of dirt, let's work
If it hurts, say "Ouch", you know who up in the house
Serve 'em with one in the chamber
Hit 'em up quick and empty up the whole clip
Never letting go, you know it's 'bout survival
So fool, I'm gon' last once I blast on the rival, that's why I
I came in the door (I) said it before (I)
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
Now it's rain up in they face like mace
And they can't see where it's coming from
Burning through they eyes, realize to put you **** on the run
I'm with the Mob so I ain't pressed about shit
Keep that nine millimeter cocked for them **** that wanna set trip
You bring your heat, I bring you closer to pain
Driven by insane thoughts, across your turf I'm 'bout to rain
And leave you wet up, set up just by a mattress
Gat clicks like fire, screeching tires, you see we at this
So put this to your memory 'cause you ain't seeing 3
A G for me, see, who was brought up by the streets
I bring the heat for **** slippin' on us
Quick to bust you on your ass 'cause in gats I trust, that's why I
I came in the door (I) said it before (I)
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
I'm on the turf with the rivals, heated as I roll past the 5-0s
Bulletproof vest on my chest for survival
Bandana face, mob base, with criminal instincts to blast on a fake
Yeah, now follow me through territorial fights
The end of burial sites and editorial lights, but for tonight
We goin' left off the hook
Any **** wearing a rival color gettin' his ass took
I'm set trippin' on the enemy, never been no frenemy
Never will, that's why I must kill
Now ****, you don't understand me, that's why I can't sleep
Because I keep hearing about your family
I'm on a scrilla chase, a **** chase I
Can't bring myself to reach until I see you all die
Besides, buster **** get the fo'-fo'
With undue funeral services, casket closed
Behold, unfold all you own, I come across your dome
Burnin' your temple like raw chrome
Make way, son, I'm stompin' in my big black boots
Somebody help me 'cause shit ain't even half-ass cute
I'm full sprayin', leavin' **** layin'
In the fetal position like Nico Brown
Bleedin' from the mouth now
I know they really out to get me, I'm runnin' red lights
Peepin' the rival bucket, killing headlights
I'm hearing bullets hit my window
I dip and swerve left and pop him seventeen through his Pinto
I'm still rollin', just about the halfway mark
It's halfway dark, this shit ain't really half-ass start, and I
I came in the door (I) said it before (I)
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
Written by: Facemob
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