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termanology, sean price & lil' fame - i rock mics كلمات أغنية

[intro: termanology]
yeah
termanology
lil’ fame
sean price
fast life
let’s go

[verse 1: termanology]
i rock microphones when the cypher’s on
in a hyper tone; pull the rifle, get your lights cut off
i’m an animal, knots landing, an alien, a cannibal
i’m basically the man to you, got cannons to mangle you
i’m from the law’, throw twenties on the car
throw twenties at a stripper, stuff twenties in her bra
my rings all glow, papa, but on the low, papa (uh_huh)
your boy got it for the low, papa (yeuh)
big bags full of green piff, green celtics jersey
sh_ll_tops or the stan smiths
i drink fifths of hennessy so my memories erasе
from different weed that’s all laced
what a wastе; my calls is all traced
your dawgs is all fake, my daws give out wakes
i’m humble but i’m awake; rumble, cut up your face
you ever get out your place? i’m comin’ right for your safe
got a hundred homies with a hundred blades
and grenades and dirty burners for days and they blaze
put me on the stage, i’m in a competitive phase
i’ll murder any emcee alive and shatter his dreams
i’m a beast
[chorus: dj deadeye scratching]
t_ter_t_termanology
i perform lyrical heat waves (s_t dot; hold that)
bring_bring_bring it back to the streets (m_o)
you ain’t clappin’ nothin’, splashin’ nothin’, lettin’ nothin’ die (f’sho)

[verse 2: lil’ fame]
truth for ya: i’m the truth for ya
i could go on for days, hold up—what’s my motherf_ckin’ name?
fizz royale: hood n_ggas love me like cooked food
spanish b_tches love me like goya
f_ck a rapper and the label that employ ya (n_gga)
i’ll [?] for ya
don’t get fame dumbin’, he’ll really bang some’n
be smart and stand back, like when a train comin’
f_ck around like you that dude
my gangsta ain’t just a word for a cool tattoo
if i said i’ma split your wig, i’ma do that, too
whoever with you gon’ get they wig blew back, too
bang
but you ain’t ’bout that life, all you ’bout is swag
let’s start a new trend: designer body bags
i draw blood like a artist with a pencil (and then?)
stomp blood out you like a gang member
what’s up?
[chorus]
mo_mo_mo_mo_mo_peez
i perform lyrical heat waves
my n_gga crane, what up? yeah
bring_bring_bring it back to the streets
you ain’t clappin’ nothin’, splashin’ nothin’, lettin’ nothin’ die

[verse 3: sean price]
ayo, relax your mind and let your conscience free
before i clap the nine ’til you unconscious, p
while you should be listenin’ to the sh_t on the radio
somehow you chose me, wow, hooray, duke, way to go
uh—f_ckin’ hippity_hop n_ggas
get shot in they sh_t, i pop your hip and it hop, n_gga, i
was small_time, work in the sock, n_gga
little to work with; i was workin’ a lot, n_gga
huh—the thing’ll buck n_ggas
i fornicated the firearm, finger_f_ck triggers
i will make a living example of everything that you hate
date rape by [?]
who don’t believe in sh_t, b_tch
if you was in jail, get on your knees and fix it
i will squeeze the biscuit
pills_bury you; still worried? feel the fifth, b_tch
p!
[chorus]
sean_sean_sean_sean p
i perform lyrical heat waves
sean price is the name
bring_bring_bring it back to the streets (p!)
you ain’t clappin’ nothin’, splashin’ nothin’, lettin’ nothin’ die

[outro]
one master unit of murder is s_t dot
fast life, fast life, fast life, fast life
fast life, fast life, fast life, fast life

- termanology sean price lil fame

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