Blue Hill Ave Shxt by Mr. Fritz Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Flows drastic, leaving rappers closed casket/
So tragic but fucking with I is forbidden/
God flow, with bars like hard blow/
Ain't a mother fucka round gonna slow me down in spitting/
If you asking who b hot in the B?/
Dumb question, learned lesson simply holla at me
Fritz...you don't really want a problem with me/
You niggas bout as real as Lebron's college degree/ holla...
Simco's, Lenny's, P&R, stash's/
Chez vous, sun's pizza, morning star baptist/
Kay's Oasis, flames, mattapan house/
Brothers, jubilee what it's all about/
I'm from the hood where they so cutthroat we call them niggas guillotines/
And loud got em looking like they from the Philippines/
Watch niggas, they cock lickers for fast bucks/
That's why my attitude I wouldn't give my last fuck/
Face down, ass up how I treat this rap shit/
Triple double, no assists and I don't even practice/
That's what Ye said, I'm such a fucking monster/
Play with me then it's contra, I'll harm ya/
You gon need some Hail Marys and some our fathers/
Gallons of holy water when all of my homies on ya/
They frontin they know we proper get enough respect/
Erectile distinction you never come correct/
Fuck yo set, I got next beast you never seeing like the Loch Ness/
But its eyes on me like Pac's best/
I'm blacking out, like an audience at ozzfest/
Mr. Fritz as raw as raw gets/
Aww yes...
This ain't a rap this shit's a conquest/
I gotta ball and make it all net/
A tall quest, but never struggling to touch that shelf/
Masterbator for that paper, nigga fuck yourself!/
From the cradle to the grave/
My city gotta get it I'll be praying for the day/
(Aye)
I mean it when I say/
That this bean town nigga doesn't play/
What you talking bout?....
Simco's, Lenny's, P&R, stash's/
Chez vous, sun's pizza, morning star baptist/
Kay's Oasis, flames, mattapan house/
Brothers, jubilee what it's all about/
I go too got damn...hard/
Niggas know I'm spitting all these got damn...bars/
I'm so damn raw/my nigga heck belvi came, setting the tone/
Stunting on me's disrespecting the throne/
So cocky, hoes watch me, oh papi when I'm stretching they bones/
And end up stressing cause I left em alone/
Hood made me disrespectful when I get in my zone/
I'm steady repping my home, a don nigga, best be checking ya tone/
Aww nigga, need fast cars and long figures/
Large villas and y'all to know that my bars realer/
Dimes feel us like fritz funna go raw, will ya/
She said her man is a busta, I call her rah digga/
Born sinner, die richer, lord willin/
Cause when I murder the cypher I'm showing no feelings/
You're illing thinking I'm gon slack/
Pause fact, aww snap, better watch your back/ fritz
Homicide beats spring, winter summertime/
Niggas claim they want the crown but don't wanna grind/
I'm funna shine like Weezy's teeth/
And it's gon be a hard path down to easy street, fritz/
Flows drastic, leaving rappers closed casket/
So tragic but fucking with I is forbidden/
God flow, with bars like hard blow/
Ain't a mother fucka round gonna slow me down in spitting/
If you asking who b hot in the B?/
Dumb question, learned lesson simply holla at me
Fritz...you don't really want a problem with me/
You niggas bout as real as Lebron's college degree/ holla...
Simco's, Lenny's, P&R, stash's/
Chez vous, sun's pizza, morning star baptist/
Kay's Oasis, flames, mattapan house/
Brothers, jubilee what it's all about/
I'm from the hood where they so cutthroat we call them niggas guillotines/
And loud got em looking like they from the Philippines/
Watch niggas, they cock lickers for fast bucks/
That's why my attitude I wouldn't give my last fuck/
Face down, ass up how I treat this rap shit/
Triple double, no assists and I don't even practice/
That's what Ye said, I'm such a fucking monster/
Play with me then it's contra, I'll harm ya/
You gon need some Hail Marys and some our fathers/
Gallons of holy water when all of my homies on ya/
They frontin they know we proper get enough respect/
Erectile distinction you never come correct/
Fuck yo set, I got next beast you never seeing like the Loch Ness/
But its eyes on me like Pac's best/
I'm blacking out, like an audience at ozzfest/
Mr. Fritz as raw as raw gets/
Aww yes...
This ain't a rap this shit's a conquest/
I gotta ball and make it all net/
A tall quest, but never struggling to touch that shelf/
Masterbator for that paper, nigga fuck yourself!/
From the cradle to the grave/
My city gotta get it I'll be praying for the day/
(Aye)
I mean it when I say/
That this bean town nigga doesn't play/
What you talking bout?....
Simco's, Lenny's, P&R, stash's/
Chez vous, sun's pizza, morning star baptist/
Kay's Oasis, flames, mattapan house/
Brothers, jubilee what it's all about/
I go too got damn...hard/
Niggas know I'm spitting all these got damn...bars/
I'm so damn raw/my nigga heck belvi came, setting the tone/
Stunting on me's disrespecting the throne/
So cocky, hoes watch me, oh papi when I'm stretching they bones/
And end up stressing cause I left em alone/
Hood made me disrespectful when I get in my zone/
I'm steady repping my home, a don nigga, best be checking ya tone/
Aww nigga, need fast cars and long figures/
Large villas and y'all to know that my bars realer/
Dimes feel us like fritz funna go raw, will ya/
She said her man is a busta, I call her rah digga/
Born sinner, die richer, lord willin/
Cause when I murder the cypher I'm showing no feelings/
You're illing thinking I'm gon slack/
Pause fact, aww snap, better watch your back/ fritz
Homicide beats spring, winter summertime/
Niggas claim they want the crown but don't wanna grind/
I'm funna shine like Weezy's teeth/
And it's gon be a hard path down to easy street, fritz/