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hillside (67 x lth x gid) - hillside cypher lyrics

jt on the track again
ayy sinner that sounds mad

[verse 1: c1]

peddle bike ting over dem’ sides
there back then we was hoppin off tires (yeah)
she don’t wanna’ see the length of lati’s knife (no)
they already know what the mandem’s like
backdoors bussin’ they know the vibe (come on)
he froze up when he saw my knives (safe)

[verse 2: dt]
war with the opps wе ain’t reasonin’ here
beef’s intеnse, it’s your’ life’s at stake
how would you like it? medium rare? (why not?)
try slide with the broom but they need more practice (safe)
opps love sweepin’ the air
i know they’re p_ssed cah’ their’ g_s in the air (no cap, no cap)
don’t lack on the main road
no [?] that’s long ’round here

[verse 3: strikedat]
that’s blade in and out get benched like beckham (serve it)
5 on the ching, see i abuse my weapon (yeah)

i stepped with the dotts fell in love with the wesson (bow_bow)
then got nicked with possession
then done more steppings (steppings)
still on bootings, guess i never learned my lesson
[verse 4: n1]
you know what i’m on when i step
me and brucksav on a stolen ped
who’s that? what’s that? crash that lead
rev up the ped, skrr back to the ends
the last time we went ’round there was ments

pick your’ side don’t sit on the fence

[verse 5: dopesmoke]
lock them doors when you get in them cabs
life so sad, you can loose it fast
he try run, never made it far
so we caught his rass’ and we chinged his clart

friends on pendants, your’ bredrin’s restin’
still don’t know which one should i spark

[verse 6: silent]
i don’t wanna’ punch when i puncture his lungs
ay dopes, i’m listening to my man’s songs
and last time we were punchin’ them up
man ridin’ with intentions to leave man rubbed
bally up, steady up when we come there, run
we don’t give us a toss, when we step, you’re f_cked
we don’t give us a toss, when we step, you’re f_cked
[verse 7: bd]
upfront on the field like griezmann
or i might be on the wing like mbapps (you know)
that’s brushing off with this zk
i don’t get why they talkin’ wass on snaps (why you run?)
age 14 when i made first my rack

[verse 8: g41]
you know what it is when we pop them doors (mhm)
we don’t wait ’till you [?], trynna’ score (yeah)
stuff the ride, two dotts, couple swords
trynna’ put you on a t, get turned to a corpse (bu_bush)
lack on the main get turned to a steak
ma put a sawn_off deuce in your’ face
[?] step on the gas double clutch with the brake
still on the lurk man hunt in the (f_ck the opps)

[verse 9: dopesmoke]
this rambo’s diggin’ my skin
so i dig this skin for the inconvenience
he got done trynna’ act like an eediat
super spleeging, i leave it leaking
i love big pups, i don’t want no reject
fill that car with the hillside demons

- hillside 67 x lth x gid lyrics

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