Hooligans

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Millz Lanez

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If you niggas think I'm soft, then I'll leave your ass lost
Leave ya head in southeast, then your corpse up north
Knitted for the sport, reasons of all sorts
Personal visits to the witness, couple days before court

I got hit men's for hire, money, I am Ira
PC pacified ya, until I drove by ya
Tried to burn my empire, mouth peeling like a tire
Had him screaming like Mariah, now he play with more fire

My man had a choir, he was wearing a wire
Got the drop from a fire, now his ass expired
Don't wanna be ruthless, I'm telling the truth
Bitch niggas think they bulletproof, until they lost they fucking proof

I know I got some spruce, loose
My past kinda jagging, I'm stunting up on you maggots
Broke boys and you ratchets, dope coke bagged it
Hustle is a habit, you get toe-tagged it

When shit get drastic, fast it
We don't play vague, we do our own thing
Go against the grain, we bury our remains
Ice veins, blood stains, footballs claims

Words exchanged, cocky names like dumb brains
We low down and dirty, and we have no shame
We give a nigga the blues like John Coltrane
My balls is my word, let em hang

F*ck em with this hooligan gang whenever we the game
Say my name three times and your ass is mine
Don't let it slip your mind, at the drop of a dime
You didn't see the signs, got em peeking through they blind

You can all bleed and whine, but you always been declined
Faces of all kinds, all in a line
I'm sour like a mine, punishment fit the crime
Yeah I got skulls up in my shrine

I'm the pump of mankind, shot a dirty cop in
That's the kill time
Yeah I'm sour like a lime, whip a XX3 spine
Got a one track mind at times, like Frankenstein

Yeah it's that next Rick Lime
Bodies found on shorelines, fresh flesh to dine
Yeah massacres on Valentine
Smoking needles and your wives, now you legally blind

I'm a sick ass killer, addicted to bird swine
And your heart beat pumping bitch, like a Alpine
Murder rate gon' climb, until I'm dead or confined
We don't bang bang, we do our own thing

Go against the grain, we bury our remains
Ice age, blood stains from false claims
Word has changed, call your name like a phrase
We low down and dirty, and we ain't no shame

We give a nigga the blues, like John Coltrane
My balls is my work, let em hang
Fuckin' with this uber gang, we'll never breathe again

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