JoeSlice
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| Joined: 13 Nov 2009 |
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| 13 Jun 2015 10:22 PM |
Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c84F5zHcnBo
[Intro] You ain’t even got bands boy why you up in here? Stabbotsford boy, let’s get it
[Hook] Walkin’ on the streets wit’ that A1 s*it Iced to the max, spittin’ fire like cherry pits Talkin’ on the phone tryna sell my good s*it I.M.G. ‘til I die, ReRe ‘til I reload no more bi*ch
[Verse 1] First things first bi*ch I’m back again what’s good? Feelin’ great lately, I’m untouchable in the hood Overdue though, still roll wit’ the shooters though Puffin’ on dro, stackin’ up more dough I’m hella late, took me a while to pick myself off this slate But I’m bustin’ through the front gate, blade showin’, glock blastin’ Makin’ sure I come out, money lastin’ You said “meet me” why you ain’t here mate? Sk8r claimin’ he’s the latest and the greatest in my city Sh*tty deal, the greatest doesn’t date a thirteen year old I mean it makes sense though, he acts her age, not his And now kids be actin’ stubborn as mules “meet me after school” Roll up, got like fifteen of your boys waitin’ on me, what happened to a one on one? Second on my list, don’t talk like you know how to use a gun I see your p*ssy ass on the street Inderpal, you better run I’ve lost focus on you, it’s atrocious that you tryin’ to make me look like a fool But when you talk, it sounds like a turbo ‘bout to spool, voice cracks Macs on deck, ten year old boy screamin’ “PREPARE TO GET REKT” But b*tch I’m that scary ass carnival comin’ to a neighbourhood near you Got my boys actin’ like the killer clowns, keep your six month old awake at night Crown me, I’m the new king, I’d say perfect timing, it’s almost the end of Spring
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[Verse 2] Sneak dissin’ finna get you nowhere besides tied to the back of a chair Let your own children stare and watch you and your girl burn Earn respect, don’t expect it, earn your career, so I can come and wreck it Look how far I’ve come since 2014, check it No f*ck outta my face ‘fore I deck it *punching sound* Grams on grams on grams, the way my car sittin’ you’d think it’s slammed And yours just f*cked ‘cause last week it got rammed Step one in survival here, get a knife at the least, help you out a jam Baton be step two, bear mace three, four get that nine on deck Boy you gotta work ‘for you get a paycheck, so keep your work in check No such thing as promotion in here, all I hear ‘bout is the commotion and tears But when I switch gears, I get to dodgin’ fears, cops, watch his body drop One shot, two, three, get to my 6th mag, drag a body in a ditch Never snitch, don’t f*ck wit’ snakes boy, and you won’t like me to get annoyed
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yeah, 6ix Squaaddd, I.M.G. 2015 ReRe, Islvnd Mob, we out here |
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JoeSlice
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