Lyrics:
Yay
It's a bang on DMP
Respect
It's Boza on the beat right
Pay respect on the legend
Let me make a banger in a second
Upon you I'm a weapon
Sent by
the tears when you would cry
Hey grenade man boss
Did you hear the young folks dancing to the beat
Hey grenade man boss
Did you hear the band a-playing in
the migration
Reinhardt pushes from behind
Traffic's redirected as Mei is unaffected
By cars honking loudly combined
Bastion transforms into a giant fuckin'
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Yo, hey yo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J,
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Yo, hey yo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
it my niggas say he was sellin' grenades
So bullshittin' I'm a sit you where the bomb at
D.C. nigga, sick wrist, whip dope
He ain't know a chopper
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
Shabazz The Disciple]
We win the war 'cause we bomb first
It's like grenade converse
Snatch it with the Vietnam verse
Ghetto apostles doin
Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than
believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin'
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
Country's in fear as there's no one to hear
The cries for hope and a better year
President's speech comes off like a grenade
Sparking riots with no
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
the ass, I came to hurt 'em and crash
300 soldiers commandeered by Paz
A million listeners supported my camp
Who would've thought the boy from Texas could
'em drop grenades and take 'em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky, be blue true
Wu-tang saga continue
Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy
Gettin'
'em drop grenades and take 'em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky, be blue true
Wu-tang saga continue
Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy
Gettin'
feet away
Another man is asking for continued aid
Food and medicine and hand grenades
For El Salvador
There's a thump, a rumble, and the buildings
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