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big ghost ltd. & conway the machine - kill all rats كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ransom & rome streetz]
the lifestyles of the cold and heartless (yeah)
my truth don’t come to the light, i write with a soul of darkness
throw your carcass back of the alley, right by them golden arches
rolled in carpet, body is rotten, shockin’ to know the charges
so accomplished, the corner store is like my oval office
slow and cautious, meticulous and sick when i load the cartridge
blow your cartilage in a million pieces, with a brilliant thesis
i’m a god to these gangsters like a sicilian jesus
still a creature, spittin’ firе ’cause i’m filled with ethеr
steel’ll greet ‘cha, give’m sixteen with the beam ‘n spill his features
fill the bleachers like i’m jordan shootin’, i’m the raw pollution
call the troops in; the greatest, so what we all disputin’?
n_gga, i never lost a victim, the larkin ripped ’em
then it’s back to the long_nose like i’m larsa pippen
bars are sickenin’, i got across the system
y’all n_ggas lost your vision, read it in braille
i’ll be the source of wisdom, n_gga (ayo, check)

[verse 2: rome streetz]
i got rugers for judas and hollows for donnie brasco
leave your fear of god hole_y and send you to meet apostles
before my rap was poppin’, i pushed powder for nostrils
in cahoots with wild violent damus, makin’ plots to pop you
send you to the upper room, f_ck the hospital
leave your soul cozy in a box like a prada shoe
pretty ghetto thots who i decide to screw, but never hit it raw
but have her traffickin’ the soft inside a condom, too
if i get knocked, she pop the p_ssy on a conjugal
i came up the con way, sellin’ everybody food
acid, weed, pills and hard rock like mötley crüe
hard_headed, didn’t give a f_ck if mommy knew
turned one to two and then the clan fed
took a oath that i would slit the throat of any danny hernandez
had six nines in my possession, but i sold ’em all
never tell you motherf_ckers to who, i know protocol
them food stamps transform to franklins and filet mignon
truffle b_tter, swiggin’ ace of spade like it’s évian
d_ck_ridin’ rappers, i’ll slide off with your baby mom
have her testin’ out molly batches in a lacy thong
we rob paul, pop peter, sold h to john
mother mary and joseph, until my paper long
motherf_cker
[verse 3: conway the machine]
look
i’m thanos with the gauntlet, they know they don’t want this
you n_ggas play_doh, they gon’ spray your mom’s sh_t
they so heartless, ain’t no compassion, n_gga, ain’t no conscience
they carry fns, they gon’ take precautions, they know con get
crazy, at the minimum, he gon’ take your arm with
one of them missiles that my draco launches, that’s why
when i say, “what’s shakin’?” ain’t no responses
drumwork mafia gang, b_tch, they gon’ bomb sh_t
hardest sh_t in the streets, i shake the tri_state
look, n_gga, you gamblin’ with your life, you know it’s high_stakes
water was too hot, made that mayo jar and that pot break
f_cked up a quarter_brick, man, that sh_t had me irate
big ghost, f_ck it, sample the noise my fork and pot make
twenty_five k for a feature, n_gga, that’s my rate
they say they gon’ do somethin’ to me? well, i cannot wait
we gon’ shoot up your wake, f_ck n_ggas can’t even die safe
you n_ggas is not safe

[outro: sample]
and for you, buck buck buck! ’cause i don’t give a mother f_ck
and for you, buck buck buck! ’cause i don’t give a mother f_ck

- big ghost ltd conway the machine

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