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reel wolf - death squad lyrics

[verse 1: ruste juxx]
put the plan in position
put my man in the mix and i had him baggin’ grams in the kitchen
then pitch to these pipeheads, i don’t like feds
stick my rifle out the window and snipe heads
the war’s on and my team’s winnin’
got a million bad b_tches, still i fiend for women
all shades, all flavors, ho, you f_ckin’ with some big ball players
call us the trailblazers
i’m gully with the gunplay, homie
underground label, n_gga, motherf_ck sony
funky dope maneuvers got me touring in aruba
underwater like a scuba with some skins out in cuba
smokin’ choc’ thai wrapped in a fronto
still quick to put lead in the head honcho
intro to outro, juxx all about flow
l!ck onе shot and i’m out, whoa!

[verse 2: general steele]
you’ve just enterеd a planet called brooklyn
the team keep a scheme to get green, your lot tooken
the chef let the steam out the pot, your block’ cookin’
get shot just for lookin’, no doc but ock booked them
the eight arm extended, that war talk get your corpse chalked for pretending
get called off when revolvers get to spinnin’
the sawed_off send all your body parts to oblivion
ashes to ashes, the hands cassius clay, get laid on the canvas
bootcamp branded, ink tatted
high rank status, sling ratchets
bucktown, home of the original gun clappers
f_ck around, get put underground in closed caskets
ghetto b_st_rd, highly advanced street classic
heat blasters, come meet the elite masters
[verse 3: sars k_ma]
it’s your move, tell me what you want to do
you want to bust a f_ckin’ shot? we’ll bust a shot at you
i ain’t one for all this talk, i’ll just rob your crew
you look like you suck d_ck, i bet you probably do
b_tch made, you are just a little c_nt
little runt chump, motherf_cker with a little gun
i’ll smoke a blunt with your mom, drink a bit of rum
soon as you get home and walk in, son, you gettin’ jumped
bang! boom! i don’t even fight fair
uppercuttin’ young, loud rappers out their nike airs
i’m not right there, you know, up in my head
if i listen to my voice of reason then i end up dead
i don’t need no friends, do as the demon says
i look at life and all this light through this evil lens
i don’t need no benz, no automatic weapons
walk up with a pencil, stab your neckin if i need revenge

[verse 4: ghettosocks]
ghettosocks, yo
we was spoonin’ on that red couch
the next thing i know i’m gettin’ real friendly with your soon to be ex_spouse
decked out, black & decker to your head, ouch
let a couple off and bounce, shorty think i’m deadmau5
buenos noches but i’m ghost, it was nice to know ya
socks and sars gettin’ played like mascherona
screwface like oj squeezed in isotoners
while i got stripes to my nuts like a tiger’s chota
i ride with locusts, my saliva fries the dopest
i’m a fortune teller and you dyin’ homeless
who moves weight and clears cuba with eighty missiles
but ain’t ever been pinched like a baby’s nipples
if you wanna reach heaven, i won’t hesitate
to say the magic word and make your whole body levitate
i’m makin’ lemonade, f_cked since the seventh grade
send the heat and straight slide like i’m stealin’ second base
[verse 5: chris rivers]
yo, i’m ridiculous, hard_hitting the bronx synergist
_rs_nic when spittin’ the writtens, the bars militant
carcinogen, artists get charred by my art’s viciousness
force of star systems, i ripped into scarred victims
but i’m dumb nice, luck strikes like gunfights
metaphors and similes literally snuff mics
it’s fun, right? stomped out by oreo fours
feel the softness of the leather while you fall to the floor
generations of metal blazin’, no hesitation
but i’d rather throw the hands when i’m lookin’ for demonstrations
tread lightly when you’re rhyming then, there ain’t no sliding in
rivers runnin’ super deep, just know you find the fire
these crackers, dragons equipped with magnum attachments
i’m the ocean, i’m the ship, the wind sailing the captain
b_tch i’m everything, ain’t no way i’m losin’ this sh_t
always here to f_ck the world so i be bruisin’ my d_ck

[verse 6: intell]
i said come witness a creature, all i be eatin’ is ether, part bionic
if you pay for a feature, i’ll destroy your speaker like a comet
and i’m puffin’ this cheeba, see me rollin’ this leaf up, the chronic
and you call me a teacher but i’m really a preacher, a prophet
and they can’t do what i can do, my rivals full of bible jewels
i’m writing like my life was struck by lightning as a righteous fool
excited elements, you should repent the sin inside of you
high like a pilot’s food, eyes like v_g_n_s, dude
eyes look like i like looking alike but i’m the nicest rule
priceless mic devices, bring a knife into a sniper’s school
and i made it out, baykan ignite the finest fuel
but never doubt the niceness, carve and slice up indecisive fools
oh sh_t, here goes the osmosis
if bars could dissolve, see, i could fill up the ocean
stompin’ with the stars, a monolith is commotion
lyricists at large and god, homie, just goes in
[outro: intell]
the i_n_t_e_double l!
baykan what up?
thank you for lettin’ me jump on this beat!
this joint is fire, everybody bodied it!
yeah!
staten island, what up?

- reel wolf

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