45 Wayz and Apexx a/k/a The Parker Brothaz are a problem. The kind of problem the music game needs right now. The real-life brothers have a passion for creating and performing music that is evident as soon as they hit the stage and touch the mics. Representing Indianapolis, IN to the absolute fullest, The Parker Brothaz were virtually destined to play THE HURT GAME with their blazing single FULL BLOWN.
Thanks in part to their chemistry with Nightsons producer Beatroom, The Parker Brothaz have crafted a record that will knock heads off shoulders. Beatroom's incendiary percussion, 45's braggadocio & Apexx's razor sharp wit make for an explosive component of THE HURT GAME.
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Cridets
Produced by Beatroom
Recorded & Mixed by Warren ‘Three V’ Harris, Beatroom & Shadowkat Nightson at Harris Hitz Studio, Indianapolis, IN. All instruments by Beatroom.
Lyrics
VERSE 1:
I apply permanent pain, Dismantle your crew till only 2 of yall remain.
Leave the first in a wheelchair he'll never be the same, Leave the 2nd alive so he can tell the world my name.
45, I came in this bitch without a clue, Im leavin this bitch in a benz on 22's.
Play NBA live talk shit and drink brews, Half a mill in the bank I only fuck wit a few.
I spit that that shit that makes em wanna, Get that money and bend them corners.
We do whatever it takes to get the dough, Toney Hawkstyyle stay on the grind my nigga glow.
Like the last dragon, chest out wit my pants saggin, Stressed out on the road sticky green baggin.
Never scared on the road nigga everywhere, New york, london L.A everywhere.
HOOK:
Full Blown recognize your dealing with a real O-G, Nigga you clould never ever fuck wit me.
Just because Im bout that cash, Dont mean I wont hop out the ride and beat yo ass.
Full Blown recognize your dealing with a real O-G, Nigga you clould never ever fuck wit me.
Just because Im bout that cash, Dont mean I wont hop out the ride and beat yo ass.
VERSE 2:
Parkstyyle my niggas is wild as fuck, Naptown bitch home of the hustlers.
Thats right we colder with the flow, we down to do whatever it takes to get the dough.
I apply permanent pain, punishin competitors, From they managers to they publicists and editors.
Baby mommas etcetera etcetera, Ahead of ya a century or better so I know how to get rid of ya.
Still waitin for my downfall, And got the nerve to wonder nigga never hang around yall.
My style is prominent ya bitch gene is dominent, I spit fire hazerdous my alius is arsonist.
Beating me is fairytail a far fetched accomlishment, Death is the penalty pain is the consiquence.
Its nonsense to pop shit, you lack the confidence and rap for compliments, Im known to don molley woppabitch.
(HOOK)
VERSE 3:
I write rhymes with a vengance drop shine in a sentence, Every line is convincin, stoppin time in an instant.
On the grind for my riches I shine wit persistance, Don molley wit them red eyes blow pine till im sensless.
The Lord as my witness Im raw when I spit this, and I sack quarter bags down to the 4th blunt and inches.
From the hometown of the 4 pound where roll dice for benzes, on the low down cause in naptown everybody knows yo business.
Guaranteed to get it on everytime we showcase, Party till the sunrise my place or yo place.
Build wit the best of em million dollar mansions, Lake full of catfish eight mile expansion.
All up in the club but my niggaz aint dancin, Standin on the coutch while im pullin up my pance and.
Never been rich but we ball like Kobe, Parker brothaz all up in this bitch and you know we.
(HOOK)
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