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tru trilla – no joking around كلمات اغاني

verse 1 _ tru trilla

no joking around, soakin’ my rounds with vinegar
paper pulsing like blood on my heart, floatin’ to finish ya’
always the come up, the gun up in front of you
not one of you move, playin’ around with the paper
more than your life you lose , without the clues to save him
effed up his beehive, the way the shot fade him
you can tell by the smell the government paid him
to cause confusion, along with illusions
no white sheets to cover the bruises
broad day half a head oozing
eff you conceited ass high price
cheap ass n_ggas, you’re outdone, out_gunned
doin’ the same sh_t on the same slave ship
lookin’ for a different outcome
how come you swollen with insanity
my ego free y’all manually
and stack annually
double park n_ggas, better turn on your hazards
get your head knocked off, with your door wide open you f_ggots

verse 2 _ flash & v knuckles of n.b.s

flash
wallahi
six continents where the gods eat
u_n_i a we learnt lessons from
marcus garvey
still blessing when sparking broccoli
misballah
i shoot the missile and hit your car
imam give the word
soldiers will l!ck you off
been a boss since birth
conquered earth
any block or turf
i brought my worth
and popped off work
cmb the facility
my squad is likes of
any gangsta’ who’s after me
known to shoot it with accuracy

v knuckles

you hatin’ n_ggas smokin’ rock can get smacked for free
but i ain’t will smith this steel grip will leave you cats deceased
i run laps around ya’ raps wit’ a half a speech
‘cause just eight bars they say the god came wit’ a master piece
what you need half a p or a half a key
i been the plug out at coach_lla selling ‘em packs a e
that was me, still cakin’ wit’ the gasoline, n.b.s. that’s the team
beantown, pass the green
verse 3 _ recognize ali

yeah, a sk!lled assassin
you see i k!ll these rappers with some passion
every record i’m on i turn into a classic
so what’s crackin’, this all iron body no plastic
father figure, nah f_ck it
i am father to you b_st_rds
when disaster strikes n_ggas burn the facts of life
i buss a rhyme it’s joy every time i grab the mic
been passed the hype, who gave these rappers braggin’ rights
i fled the dark now tread in the path of light
extraordinary, line for line i’m number one
i ain’t the type to shoot a n_gga’, and after dump the gun
rec is known to dump for fun
give you suckers what you want
gorilla bang on my chest before i crush a bum
no joking around
y’all know how i’m holding it down
big ass grin on my face, when i’m choking a clown
rose from the ground
all my shooters toting the pound
got the respect that i deserve
now watch me go for the crown, rec

- tru trilla

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