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sevin - who (wanna fade us)? كلمات الأغنية

i think it’s bout time they let the west rip
clutch the game with a death grip
if you can’t respect the set then exit
we animals, ya’ll cats domestic
the way we impact on tracks – pathetic
ugh yep, you guessed it
the best antiseptic took a rest suggested
ya breath less congested
all haters get deflected
ay, it’s hog mob for life
accept it
groupies wanna know what’s up with the s-x tip
but success is the only chick i’m up in bed wit
yes, i set trip
don’t test it like bein’ soakin’ wet and then connectin’ with electrics
we off force, i came to correct it
till the reign of the father i claim’s elected
and i’m stayin’ till every part of the game’s infested
wanna bang with the martyr’s gang? confess it

ugh.. right
ugh, yeah
you know
you know what this is homie, ch ch ah!
woo
for life, right
(so who really wanna fade us now)
ugh, ugh

cuz i’m a one man army
all get slain in a clone battle
and lyrically i don’t sw-ng thangs
i clone jabber
so don’t travel to your avenue
cuz one shot’ll be havin you
lookin like a p-ss thrown lateral
on mainstream waves i row with my own paddle
that hard i can’t even mix with stone gravel
and i came in the game with no babble
i came in the name of the one that reigned befo’ pharoah
ugh, i etch lyrics on headstones
and bless headphones with a quill pin dipped in bone marrow
cuz no weapon formed can test my zoned lair
yo, end up shot in the chest wit ya own arrow
born in a sect of the west of known barrow
where tech’s wet ya head and ya chest with long barrels
christmas has came with no carols
just hand-me-down pairs of clothes
and the prayer that the lord’ll spare our souls
and it stuck with me
so i’m the only goliath that stands at 5’10” and a buck fifty
to the blasé – i serve yahweh, he’s up in me
we got it locked for life, ya’ll just iffy
sip thick blood from the grail
ya cups dixie
hit me, slit both of my wrists till my blood drips free
tip meek in a coffin, and i’ll still be stalkin
through the soundwaves of ya walkman
a lot more than often
be cautioned

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(so who really wanna fade us now)
ugh
west-side sac-town (yeah, you know)
from lyric block to medallion (it’s hog mob homie and it’s a lot more than this baby)
much love to the fam all the way down to san jose
(bang just like me, you know what i’m sayin?)
all the way out to florida, new jersey
the homeboys out in the atl
houston, huh.. la
camp 8 connection what’s crackin ya’ll

ugh
and we bringin’ the game to a stand still
all plans is getting cancelled
trampled by sac-town’s abusive vandals
on beach cruiser handles of land
the same spot that you stand could be branded by memorabilia candles
we animals, in lion’s dens with daniel
you still learnin’ the rules?
i invented the manual
and i was sent by emmanuel
god just rolled a seven, so don’t gamble
cuz i am not tryin to re-enact 2pac
so do not
approach me unless you bear the mark of the o.g
telescopic lens views closely
the fake ones’ game over
no need for ot
i’m in mint condition, the hip-hop stokley
it’s a drought for dope heat
and i am the only o-z left bringin’ the game a new meanin
cuz ya’ll cats is blind like the refs of new england
(your vision is impaired)
ya neck is dew gleamin’
a double-minded man is perplexed and you’ve seen him
same one’s dissin me
sayin they got love for who christened me
we christians g, that’s a far cry from bein in the street
cuz we don’t care about units (speak the truth)
we well aware of our influence
and i don’t care how plush ya ice is
cuz the wealth of the wicked is laid up for the righteous

(so who really wanna fade us now)

- sevin

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