Artist: Twiztid f/ Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Violent J Album: Cryptic Collection 3 Song: Lil' Secret Typed by: timmy.bogenburt@gmail.com Here go a message to you ho Too many thugs spittin' that so called game but that ain't G shit You don't suppose That everybody ain't a G but we just gon' keep that our lil' secret Here go a message to you ho Too many thugs spittin' that so called game but that ain't G shit And I suppose That everybody ain't a G but we just gon' keep that our lil' secret [Violent J] You don't need to know the hydro I grow Many trips back and forth to the liquor store I can't cope, I'm an old ass pimp Come to punch your ass back, bend your spine like shrimp I'm a juggler even though I can't juggle shit I blow blunts in airplanes while you smuggle shit The secret's out, I live life like a ruler Yet still quick to stab your ass like Abdula [Blaze aka Colton Grundy] To some Colton Grundy, G from the flo' up Ask anybody I battle they got tore up I show up dressed to impress, bow tie With a watermelon blunt, back to the mat for shut-eye Why must I chase the cat Cause when it come to the hoodrats I been in and up and outta that Dead ass G, comin' from the D-E-T And all you ho's ain't down with me Here go a message to you ho Too many thugs spittin' that so called game but that ain't G shit You don't suppose That everybody ain't a G but we just gon' keep that our lil' secret Here go a message to you ho Too many thugs spittin' that so called game but that ain't G shit And I suppose That everybody ain't a G but we just gon' keep that our lil' secret [Monoxide] We like a secret to the game In a circle if you ain't down with us it's so hard to remember your name I got respect for the game and all the people we drop It's gon' be songs like this here that keep shit alive I'm like an addict to bustin' beats in half with this rap flow I'm chunky in every way, people call me fatso So let go all of you ho's claimin' the game Let me get my foot in the door, it ain't never gon' be the same [Jamie Madrox] If you talk you get your neck slit You better walk to the back before I go for the axe and let my tack sick You're dead bitch, givin' out my transcript Tellin' all your homies how the Hatchet wasn't playin' shit Abandon ship, there's a hole in your boat Talkin' never floats, nah there's a hole in your throat Now you're speakin' alone cause I diminished your moan When I see you I'm a finish the job you little bitch Here go a message to you ho Too many thugs spittin' that so called game but that ain't G shit You don't suppose That everybody ain't a G but we just gon' keep that our lil' secret Here go a message to you ho Too many thugs spittin' that so called game but that ain't G shit And I suppose That everybody ain't a G but we just gon' keep that our lil' secret Just gon' keep that our lil' secret Just gon' keep that our lil' secret