Jimmy Hoffa (feat. 607)
Lil Tankie
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Make him an offer Or make him Jimmy Hoffa We get it popping We trying to fill the coffers What's the bidness How much Is they copping Ain't no stopping Big body blades Is chopping Your roll should be slow I learned What the streets know I fear no main Crack your shit Like Cobain Cut like cocaine Leave your ass A blood stain My Niggas stay trained Steppers who Don't refrain If you fearful The bogey man Might hear you. He getting nearer (death) Don't glance Into the mirror (Yes) Night's like this We'd play like this You'd pray we miss. But prey get hit Leave your body Preg-a-nent. We communists So we make sure We sharing clips Shell casings Showing fingerprints That's evidence When the cops come We ain't saying shit. We survivors You some Nine to fivers Don't let em dare you Nothing could Prepare you We will Au Pair you No one will Repair you You looking awful Like somebody Gone off you Make him an offer Make him an offer Make him an offer Or make him Jimmy Hoffa I feel like the weather Peaceful rage Energy like I been sleep for days Steady heartbeat and a needful gaze Psycho tsunami so keep your waves Impact your life with the violence, Of a thousand car crashes Wild and unpassionate No apathy in my silence I'm a dark circumstance Don't get mad at math and Omit the fact you mothafuckas knew that I'd only come if you called me (WOOH) Gratification went fast now I'm on yo ass -killin you softly- not in my plans I feel like god wit this knot in my pants I feel like Zeus- Lightning gone strike your snipers on the roof Pay me in flesh, blood, bone, tooth Malnutritioned but I made a position strictly from the fat of the land And nurtured my theories with endless sobriety bitch I won't budge on my stance I cycle through you like sheep do offbeat gurus, advance; And wipe the tears from ya kids soft cheeks with yo blood on my hands They think we playing Ain't go be escaping. It's a break in Your collar bones is breaking. Here for the taking. My Niggas find a way in No mistaking What the scales are saying Powder weigh-in We gone stage a lay in Bring the AK'S We know where his folks stay It's not ok Bloody gloves like OJ We doing goon shit F*ck up the whole room shit Hide the bodies Tear apart the shotties Where the thotties? I need to touch somebody. Niggas figure Bigger dicks a Come into the picture But I'm the only n*gger That She ever gone get with Maybe it's vigor So maybe you should could come Up with a figure. Make me an offer. Or we gonna Come getcha
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