Smoke flow
Cheloó, Killa Army
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Something is not right in the head, too bad That can fix the shit when I'll be pretty fucking dead Please don't feed my ego, I don't feel that shitty need I'm a bad seed indeed just let me smoke my weed Never love money cause that love can kill To much money love can get you ill We still have a war draw, never kiss the shit Defeat life, stay alive and f*ck retreat We love the mike, we love life, we love hip-hop beat We only fight on stage and every show is live, you know that shit F*ck fame, f*ck awards, f*ck happy music The word is a tool fool we have to use it You know life is a game at the heavy weight The final countdown can't wait Use the brain, man, is never to late Don't think for diamonds and shit Don't be so fucking friendly Greedy motherfucker, your coufin has to be trendy I'm like a flea, check my ID in hell the sickness of mallerick's man, I'm sick indeed When I take the lead I see you catchin’ speed Oh shit, go f*ck the beat called rapman and this is it Ah, ah, ah, ah, yo cinetic in show four yo, yo A long ways from home I bring you another other Two dope ass niggers, me, self and my brother Yeah, he's from another should I let him explain Introduce me What's that niggers name? With this might devices He slice twice, ye, you can't f*ck with him Its the show for do' you all niggers know Yeah, I'm coming from the dirty ode, that's the OHT Army and my man, we keep it the ground Were keeping it slime, you know I'm all about mine, yeah That, that cock you gotta get it don't stop, that dope, yeah up with dope down We be doin` what we doin` and that’s the reason we are here Doin` this, you grab niggaz beware I won’t stop until i`m through with this Even if it taste You’ll recieve a better line Is cinetic, you bitches wont forget it For many, many Yo, ah Uppon my arival, once my feet touch solid ground I know imma score, it’s like touchdown Go deep don’t sneek once I post up Ya’ll niggaz better catch me like a photo close up Get back lay back don’t say the I'm a stupid nigga, never know for fucking Don’t get your mouth touched Don’t get touched Don’t get opened up like a motherfucker dutch Yes, is him and him to begin The more friends in him The first, the nice You niggaz can’t f*ck with me I’m nice On this mic device My crow, my weapon, I shoot at your boots to you steppin In a opposite direction, yeah You fuckin` around this niggaz try to You fuckin` around and get lay down When that thunder hit the fuckin` ground bitch
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Written by: Stefan Catalin Ion
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