Lyrics:
your favorite rapper into ash
We in the holocaust
Y'all are lost
Crazy with the sauce
Imma boss
Bitches get Rick Rossed
Scouting for the cheese like
Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
and they not gonna last
I hope that they change and they keep moving fast
I know that you don't wanna get left behind
Just let me just talk and enlighten yo
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
out and act like a lunatic
He does Donkey Kong and as soon as it gets to my eardrums from his vocal chords
I get hyped up no matter how bored I am he
think that it's World War II
By the way 1500 gon' slide with the cannon
I really don't be doin' shit to these niggas
But just let me talk, and I'll
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
and act like a lunatic
He does Donkey Kong and as soon as it gets to my eardrums from his vocal chords
I get hyped up no matter how bored I am he always
so you get it both ways
I got kung fu, Kenny slash moves like Usher
Crazy style, switching up fast like Buster
Give you concussions, head rush
dance when I record, fans enhance my vocal chords
Country club stay by The Moors, that's Miami not the shores
Since 14 now 6 years more, now level 20
see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just
of a safety concern
Just remember, if you let the fire out, you'll all get burned
I'mma be honest, I'm not even sure what I have
I know it can be diagnosed, I'm
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
piece of pussy there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat a nigga like he's stole somethin'
And then I'll let the motherfucker know where Ren
crown
Heavy foot to the floor
In and out of traffic
I made this in the vocal booth
And I call it magic
Bay, Bay!
It's groovey like ah moovay!
-Let's get
stays
Surrounded by AK's yeah he sounds insane
And when I get the feeling
That shit is a wrap
Y'all feeling what I'm feeling yeah
The feeling is back
It's
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
HERE!
Ooooh! Haha, woooohh!
Aiyyy mami I want to get nasty wit you baby, ahahahaha
Aiyyy, tu eta por llamaseta mi amor, Linda, ahahahaha!
We want
Manmike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me
Get on nothin' dog
Man cut man cut man cut something on, man!
Man, hurry up though, before
Yes sir
Let me dig into your brain folks fallin' like rain
Property got me sellin' thangs guess I'm goin' explain
Jane is rolled up no gangs
A plethora of skills but still he
Gets through solely
By doing what pays the bills, and when they
Let dude home he
In bed by a quarter 'till 8
Feels success
an I pulled it
Survival tactics target practice lets go get it clear
Gun near my bible death on arrival I wont shed a tear
Over the years lost niggas I
need a way out of my head let's get fucking litty
All day, every day, the same
Stuck in a rut with nobody to blame
There's no way to know where to go
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