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concrete jungle - drama 2 dvd touch money nh & kaboom cypher كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: nh]
ayo my swag is the best
i‘m badder than the rest
a n_gga disrespect i stick a dagger through his chest
shove it through his heart, leaving him in shock
slice him down the middle, ripping him apart
he gon’ see the light when i stick him in the dark
i love to use the eight but i’m sicker with the lorc’
stick him with the hawk, they gon’ find his body in the woods at the park, you should listen when i talk
i mean what i say, i say what i mean
but they don’t understand ‘til this k on the beam
and then i let it dump off, shottie or the pump off
lotta n_ggas jump on my d_ck, they need to jump off
‘cause i can get you f_cked up, i can get you murked dog
pine box, suit on and tux, under dirt dog
i can get you stuck up, or i can get you hurt dog
chest shot, leave him laying there like a hurt dog
i put in work dog, i got a hard flow
i’m ot, they tryna find me like waldo
i hit him fast so i can watch this n_gga fall slow
see my n_ggas ride hard like a volvo
i do this stay to the basic he think he king i’ma ace him
it ain’t another replacement, ‘nother n_gga to face him
get him choked with his laces and watch him gag out
i’ma spaz out and black out and pull that mac out
feeling more focused now
probably ‘cause my rhymes getting better and the weed more potent now
i won’t hesitate to choke a clown
these n_ggas hating so i gotta keep the .40 out the holster now
yes i let the gat spray
‘cause it hurt like sh_t, knowing any given day could be my last day
you n_ggas living through ya’ last day
but i’m the future, something that you n_ggas ain’t used to
every single day i got the steel like a booster
show up to his crib, wake him up like a rooster
shots from the ruger, the size of a ruler
will leave gun sh_lls inside ya’ medulla
the rap black adolf, i let the eight off
me and my n_ggas we ball hard like the playoffs
do it like a western, take 10 paces turn around then spray off, the sweeper or the k off
s or the ak, every day is payday
full his crib up with dynamite like jj
then i watch it blow up, i’m about to blow up
how you gon’ be star of the show but you don’t show up?
i’ma do whatever it takes to get my dough up
you riding but you riding too fast, you need to slow up
better yet slow down, ‘cause when this tommy pick up
i’ma make a mess that even bounty can’t pick up
flip o’s i can make it bounce like a hiccup
turn a rapper album release into a stickup
then i go and holla at na to pick the brick up
he soft man the only time he hard when his d_ck up
i be in the bm coming to pick ya’ chick up
shotgun leave his back open like a pickup
i‘m part of the streets, the streets are a part of me
so ain’t another young n_gga spitting hard as me
so in ya’ top three rappers man i oughta be
ya’ number one spot, definition of hardrock
man i call the shots, n_gga you would call the cops
i hang around the hardest n_ggas on the hardest blocks
[verse 2: kaboom]
i [?] in the pot, i pump the coke on the block
you n_ggas open ya’ mouth, the pump’ll open ya’ top
and dump most of them shots, and lift you higher than free w_lly when he jumped over them rocks
i’m on my toes like my sock, them b_tches throw me the twot
if i slapped you right now you would go to the cops
i post in ya’ lobby, holding the tommy
bullets roast and pull ya’ ghost from ya’ body
i’m a vet, with the age of a rookie
i’m a boss and you soft like unbaked cookies
n_gga straight p_ssy, talking like a brave heart
all you n_ggas riding i’ll park you in the graveyard
catch him getting off the bus, spark him with the ar
he lying like simba’s uncle, he get his face scarred
when i tear arms you airborne, a n_gga float
i don’t mean the record label when i’m looking in a scope
grind when it’s cold with the blam in the winter coat
sh_t i play the corner like the stamp on a envelope
and i be messing with powder, on the night grind
with white dimes like jessica alba
you ain’t chopping the ‘caine right
my trey so big fiends gotta smoke they rock (in a drainpipe)
ayo i’m taking all bets put ya’ money down
two macs, two 50_clips, do the math, (that’s a hundred rounds)
i spray ‘em both ‘til ya’ melon split
one sh_ll’ll k!ll, the other 99 is for the h_ll of it
i’m the greatest like muhammad in the ring
i put the bang in the bang bang touch money gang
real n_ggas not too many left
the shotgun rip car doors, ‘magine what it do to ya’ chest
let me break it down like chop shops
we hot blocks like hopscotch, my name buzzing like shot clocks
them shots pop, make ya’ top drop, catch ya’ early morn
at ya’ door with them four_fours n_gga, knock knock
no i won’t ring the bell, n_gga i bang the sh_ll
i got the devil on the [?], i bring the h_ll
me and nh bring it well
reed bring the b_tches and, na gon’ bring the l’s
then we smoke to the red eye
i’m talking ‘bout that friday weed that got smokey and craig high
thinking i’m a joke you a dead guy
hit him with the french toast ‘til all the yolk in his egg fry
know you n_ggas mad ‘cause you can’t stack
and ya’ boy fresh like a brick coming out the saran wrap
but ain’t nothing sweet boy, you will get blammed at
the 40 cal m_ffled up sound like a handclap
can’t leave my toolie at home, i gotta ride wit’ it
i gotta eat, shh, mm, and rob wit’ it
i zoom in with the scope, and hit ya’ eye wit’ it
it’ll smash ya’ pumpkin and (make pie wit’ it)
i be copping the soft
cook it in the pot then i’m chopping it off, hit the block with the raw
fiends hit the phone i’m blocking the call
hit the rock hard like shaq blocking the ball
i’m a standup n_gga, i’m not gon’ fall
treat ya’ face like a door and knock_knock on ya’ jaw
if it’s war then it’s war man i’m not gon’ brawl
big gats kick back, get knocked through a wall
why you b_tching, i know you wish you brought them bangers
my k strong, i spray along like a water sprinkler

- concrete jungle

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