CLIPSE OF DOOM feat.Trife

アーティストGHOSTFACE KILLAH
作詞D.Coles, D.Dumile, T.Bailey
作曲D.Coles, D.Dumile, T.Bailey
1st verse:
Yo catch me in the 80s drop, old school mercedes
With a brand new baby glock
Right from a lady sock
With two bodies on it,
Capricorn, Aquarius lost so much blood
These bitch niggaz seeing these periods
They say I be livin the road like pac in juice
And only fuck with cute bitches that can fly and boost
And there ears be chandeliers
Lit up like a lamp who cares
They kooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
That's right y'all if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck it stay mic charged
My predicate status irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheets
Seeds that's outweighing two elephants, jumbo shit from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends,
Quick swift with the hands, powder blue wally's is died vanilla,
Bally's is mean can't none of you Mother fucker's fuck with my team

Chorus (Trife-hook):
A yo, we them live niggaz holding heat on the street
Corners, sick the beast on ya turn mothers to mourners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners
Laced bodies in bags tango with dirty cash
Cocaine jacks, straight to the hill bout to blow like
Propaine gas back is the raw Theodore
We got the game on smash
Cause were cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide up them cables and take them rings off

A yo, we them live niggaz holding heat on the street
Corners, sick the beast on ya turn mothers to mourners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners
Laced bodies in bags tango with dirty cash
Cocaine jacks, straight to the hill bout to blow like
Propaine gas back is the raw Theodore
We got the game on smash
Cause were cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide up them cables and take them rings off

2nd verse:
We hold 79 weight on front center guards
Jelly'd uptown on they beated down rented cars
Lowing mad wet on them
Milk cash every checks hood rats sexing em
Parasite little dude please I was repping em
Niggas couldnt come through
That's when the block was like wall paper
Love sticking niggas like crazy glue
Blackout, happened god forbid
Don't be around
Bag lady merk you and let off
In the next town
She struck two times
Get caught good luck
Blood it aint no high
Throw a hockey puck hole
In the back of your spine
She put two cutter mirrors
In replace for your eyes
So when the cops look
They see themselves there all going to die
It's the tale of the crips and bloods
Pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in the concrete rug
And on that note im a say peace
Theodore versatile mask thief

3rd verse:
A yo I break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on a block
While you holding your dick
My semi they call it the crouching tiger
Hundred bars in total is trash
Cause my led eat through fighters
Real your potato like alright
On the day of your death
People had cameras
But couldn't find no lighter
Fuck your mural fuck your hood
You aint a street legend like me
Break talent turn home into dynasty
I muscle mother fuckers like meineke
And write a thousand bars up verse
That rhymes with r
Jewelz thief chosen bangles
In the mall deep in choice dessert and its so deep
Save a taste it in bushes mouth nasty
Afghanistan missions gun training in the grass deep
Sneak for teeth, picking niggas of by the red sea
And offered doe sniffing on caffeine

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