16 Bars 16 Bars i can kill a ni**a in 16 bars 16 Bars 16 bars went to the deala and bought 16 cars me im a flowa all nite tho fresh fit it cap v
him OG The street symphony Epidemy The underdog who grind hard for the victory Get them weak rhymes out a my face I clap 16 bars that might catch me a
cookin chicken and ribs. Super star in the ghetto, I got that work for cheap. 16 bars of meth and a heron beat. [MJG:] Yeah yeah. You want a 16, u better
Arty] Yo, we some known thugs, bad to the bone thugs The feds got the phone bugged, even player-haters show love I gotta give Tone love, we call him Trigger
Simile and Mister Metaphor knockin' on hips hops door I'm a hungry rapper, gimme more! Mic's I demolish, and these emcee I abolish I fill up 16 bars
glock puttin it to your neck You know that same bitch said don't fuck with him That nigga no good aint no trust in him Two days later see her in a truck with him
cold In the streets playing at the beats no place to go Rappin like a dog trying to get on Charge a nigga next to nothing for 16 bars Y'all don't hear
stupid hard 16, the bitch dream had stupid cars Cut the ' 68, hooptie ' 75 Still drives some bullshit, I dont know why I loved the nigga though, for him
it rages in its path But I don't brainwash my listeners My lyrics give 'em a bath, without bars or soap These are bars of quote, that'll take you so far
from God Body to Godzilla to God forgive him 'Til I hope God is with him If not I spit jack, think witch dreams Of automatics, M-16s, submachines Slugly
talk the real shit, niggas disappearing Interfering with a nigga like me Could get your black ass pushed to the white meat I talk about 16 bars, of 16
[Verse 1] I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe She don't ever move until I say so Her only purpose in life is get me large I got my pen workin' 16 bars When I'm
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me
ur thousand dollars we can shoot it out or bang it out its not a problem if a nigga hidin i know how to find him HOLLER (Chorus) sooo....The last Time
[Max B:] Know we just spittin' bars Boss Don Biggavel Broad Street Bully, Macaroni With The Cheese French Montana (C'mon) Got the boy rockin' with me
without glasses I'm a savage spit murder like a .38 Magnum 16 bars of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em Murder any MC throw 'em in that white wagon Let him
