Lyrics I'm Right Here - Liquid Assassin feat. Bridge B
I′m
Right
Here
Liquid
Assassin
Hey
nobody
I'm
next
to
blow,
mark
my
words
and
set
it
in
stone
Check
my
flow
I
wreck
them
shows
let
em′
know
I'm
right
here!
(Repeat
4x)
In
the
[?]
booth
heads
spinning
like
the
exorcist
You
can
[?]
get
your
neck
slit,
get
your
necklace
stripped
I'm
next
to
rip,
show
you
what
it
takes
to
bless
this
kid
Came
in
the
game
with
a
motivation
to
maintain
even
breathless
sick
And
keep
your
eyes
on
me
fake
snakes
always
hating
on
niggas′
like
a
sexist
bitch
I
ain′t
never
played
no
games,
nigga
meet
me
you
gon'
see
I
ain′t
no
PS3
no
DS
please
I'm
a
beast,
dynamite
when
I
rhyme
on
the
mic
like
TNT
for
the
STP
Put
it
down
for
the
city
and
the
side
that
I
rep
you
gotta
ask
who
next
beat
me
Cause′
I
bless
these
streets
I'm
a
vet
in
these
speaks
so
close
your
goddamn
mouth
and
let
me
rep
these
beats
I
am
the
individual
that
will
deliver
you
lyrical
pinnacle
the
moment
of
proper
interlude
Only
beginning
to
really
give
it
to
you
motherfuckers
that
talk
about
it
in
interviews
I′mma
get
physical
spit
at
you
critical
my
heart
and
my
soul
is
the
one
pumping
this
blood
in
my
interfuse
Somebody
better
warn
em'
there's
a
man
on
a
mission
to
put
the
game
in
submission
with
ambitions
to
kill
their
crews
Better
tell
everybody
I′m
back
in
the
booth
Prove
it
with
the
mic
Liquid
Assassin′s
the
truth
Distribute
the
energy
that
you
lacking
to
use
You
couldn't
imagine
taking
this
path
in
my
shoes
Taking
on
the
industry,
I′ll
do
it
my
damn
self
There
ain't
nothing
I
can′t
do
without
a
bit
of
my
fans'
help
Combined
with
grace
of
God
[?]
contracts
′cept
for
my
hands
help
And
I
don't
give
a
damn
if
you
seeing
me
I'm
right
here
where
I
need
to
be
Don′t
need
anyone
to
vouch
or
plea
for
me
cause′
I
want
my
heart
in
this,
to
bleed
is
mean
Acting
hard
and
shit
leave
this
seats
This
the
hardest
shit
to
meet
in
streets
I
can
harness
clips
then
breathe
on
beats
then
harvest
spliffs
get
green
like
trees
Never
see
my
capability
you
ain't
killing
me
you
better
aim
a
pistol
at
my
face
and
bang
literally
Ways
[?]
who
ain′t
feelin'
me
Killing
every
stage
I
graze
with
rage
energy
Nigga
don′t
play,
you
fake
and
ain't
friend
of
me
You
ain′t
seen
pain
the
way
my
[?]
mentally
You
ain't
seen
K's
the
way
I
sprayed
mentally
Every
sixteen
I
play
should
be
eight
felonies
HEY!
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