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Screwball - The Blocks Şarkı Sözleri
ayo, auxillary cops be grillin´ me out patrol cars why´s my chain so big with no job? remain so jig with no scars, infinite names ain´t it funny how the innocent change? used to be kinda quiet, a whole different way, fake permit in my wallet until the shit expired learned to drive at age twenty-five, see i used to catch cabs smokin´ lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs do anything just to laugh i´ll cop anything to to have rock it once, put it in a hustlers path i got signed with no rhymes wrote wrote it quick, throwin´ rhymes out for free so ya´ll could know my shit know my zip, 11101 pretend thug niggas own one gun bust shots and don´t run late nights the police don´t come and if you still don´t know where i´m from... chorus 10th street (96th and spellman), 12th street, vernon (queensbridge), the pub, the hill (long island city), the thugs (thugs everywhere), it´s real, the love (organized crime) verse 2: (kl) livin´ life on the edge way back now i get money and stay black some find it funny, others hate that reason why the angers developed put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the nine i tote bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got broke police slid yo, yo, you see what they did? alot of money to be made, now they raid the spot niggas engagin´ to pop shots aimin´ to drop cops the block´s hot, niggas on the roofs of houses there´s a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin´ figures the bridge blossoms with gossip chicks who cock suck niggas who hardly wash up and they light as paper weight i guess it´s safe to say my hood´s got tradition q.b. cobolition, while you be tryin´ to listen regradless of the district we ballin´ on a mission at any given moment i destroy competition. chorus verse 3: (kyron) fuck, i hate ´em and the fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain and bang ´em you violatin´ q.b.? had to lay ´em i´ll serve you if you onto that hit ´em up with all of that seventeen, applaudin´ they gat, i wrote a song to that twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain´t no more of that it´s 2:30 am black, where ya daughter at? the truth hurt, now i´m up in shorty boo´s skirt take a sip of jack d and relax g, it attracts me you wanna know who´s donnin´ these hoes? just ask me the way the jewels flash makes ´em wanna be nasty cuban link cable, dom peri on the table look unstable, now i see why brother cain killed abel love thy neighbor, we can live in the world thats your man fifty grand ´till he fucks your girl now it´s all out war over that whore deja vu got you buggin´ ´cause you know you saw this before. chorus |
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