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[03:52.00]作词 : Akshun, Klepto
[03:52.00]Lyrical wizardry dances on
[03:52.00]MC's like
[03:52.00]Murray on
[03:52.00]SC's Never flaunt, now motherf**kers come test me
[03:52.00]Burnin everybody hotter than torches at
[03:52.00]Jamaican parties
[03:52.00]Far from angels, niggas can't see me like
[03:52.00]Charlie Style weak?
[03:52.00]Hardly! Don't let the wacked persue you like
[03:52.00]Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on
[03:52.00]Harleys Niggas get injured, f**ked do' in 40 fingers
[03:52.00]Got B*****s by bike bar bussin
[03:52.00]Glocks off a' niggas
[03:52.00]Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts
[03:52.00]Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, *****, so if you test me s**t gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like
[03:52.00]Joe Pesci
[03:52.00]Yo, you know the tune
[03:52.00]Make sure B*****s don't eat when it's time to s**t out them coke balloons
[03:52.00]Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now
[03:52.00]I got grown ladies bustin .380's outta
[03:52.00]E Class Mercedes (Hurry the f**k up *****m, get on!) (F**k you motherf**ker let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them niggas) (Motherf**kers!! *gun shots*)
[03:52.00]MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass
[03:52.00]Rag tagged and crash, h**p bags, come save dat ass
[03:52.00]Who wanna get broke the f**k up?
[03:52.00]Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like
[03:52.00]Chinese and spelling bees
[03:52.00]T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es
[03:52.00]The nicest,
[03:52.00]Jesus Christ-es
[03:52.00]Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso
[03:52.00]Bullets evacuated out windows
[03:52.00]From Hekkyl and
[03:52.00]Coch, P7 inmates
[03:52.00]Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist
[03:52.00]No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break
[03:52.00]Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin
[03:52.00]Nigga caught up in the hustle
[03:52.00]F**k flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings
[03:52.00]I bubble Trouble's what
[03:52.00]I look for in stores on expensive floors
[03:52.00]Beeling boots is essence, bookin
[03:52.00]Pelle's in my drawers
[03:52.00]Armani, Gianni
[03:52.00]Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru
[03:52.00]It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them B***h ass niggas screamin like a f**kin retard
[03:52.00]Lyrically
[03:52.00]I come off like ink alarms
[03:52.00]Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms
[03:52.00]Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit
[03:52.00]TV tryin to peep my steez, like
[03:52.00]DT's I get over like
[03:52.00]I'm fifteen (Hey, you're not fifteen)
[03:52.00]I'm fifteen, what? (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?)
[03:52.00]F**k you!
[03:52.00]Soundin like that n***a from
[03:52.00]Night Court
[03:52.00]Loose my cuffs
[03:52.00]I'm outta here!
[03:52.00]MC's be fake like toupes so
[03:52.00]I transplant
[03:52.00]Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red
[03:52.00]Soundwaves disrupted, they f**ked, kid
[03:52.00]Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin
[03:52.00]The best is yet to come
[03:52.00]MC's get strung like heads on drums
[03:52.00]They don't be knowin what
[03:52.00]I'm knowin
[03:52.00]Flowin like
[03:52.00]I'm flowin
[03:52.00]Makin motherf**kers take nose dives like 747
[03:52.00]Boeings Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face
[03:52.00]Niggas get wet up like
[03:52.00]Alasha's on
[03:52.00]Klep's place
[03:52.00]Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes
[03:52.00]Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear
[03:52.00]Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on
[03:52.00]Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms
[03:52.00]Livin in a world where you do what you must
[03:52.00]If preachers be robbin niggas who the f**k can you trust?

文本歌词

作词 : Akshun, Klepto
Lyrical wizardry dances on
MC's like
Murray on
SC's Never flaunt, now motherf**kers come test me
Burnin everybody hotter than torches at
Jamaican parties
Far from angels, niggas can't see me like
Charlie Style weak?
Hardly! Don't let the wacked persue you like
Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on
Harleys Niggas get injured, f**ked do' in 40 fingers
Got B*****s by bike bar bussin
Glocks off a' niggas
Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts
Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, *****, so if you test me s**t gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like
Joe Pesci
Yo, you know the tune
Make sure B*****s don't eat when it's time to s**t out them coke balloons
Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now
I got grown ladies bustin .380's outta
E Class Mercedes (Hurry the f**k up *****m, get on!) (F**k you motherf**ker let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them niggas) (Motherf**kers!! *gun shots*)
MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass
Rag tagged and crash, h**p bags, come save dat ass
Who wanna get broke the f**k up?
Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like
Chinese and spelling bees
T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es
The nicest,
Jesus Christ-es
Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso
Bullets evacuated out windows
From Hekkyl and
Coch, P7 inmates
Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist
No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break
Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin
Nigga caught up in the hustle
F**k flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings
I bubble Trouble's what
I look for in stores on expensive floors
Beeling boots is essence, bookin
Pelle's in my drawers
Armani, Gianni
Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru
It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them B***h ass niggas screamin like a f**kin retard
Lyrically
I come off like ink alarms
Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms
Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit
TV tryin to peep my steez, like
DT's I get over like
I'm fifteen (Hey, you're not fifteen)
I'm fifteen, what? (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?)
F**k you!
Soundin like that n***a from
Night Court
Loose my cuffs
I'm outta here!
MC's be fake like toupes so
I transplant
Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red
Soundwaves disrupted, they f**ked, kid
Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin
The best is yet to come
MC's get strung like heads on drums
They don't be knowin what
I'm knowin
Flowin like
I'm flowin
Makin motherf**kers take nose dives like 747
Boeings Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face
Niggas get wet up like
Alasha's on
Klep's place
Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes
Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear
Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on
Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms
Livin in a world where you do what you must
If preachers be robbin niggas who the f**k can you trust?
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