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(worship) the mighty capeech - gather around lyrics

verse 1: we ot like tommy buns, sincere / i’m sincere yours truly one sick moolie/ avoid jakes & snakes like a serpent/ diablo pablo know what i mean/ ornella with the phat ass put me on the scene/ selling out fast like moving blue pills/ ni66az salty mad with ice grills/ but the 45s hot like mercury/ hot now, ni66az wanna murda me/ain’t where you from d_mn sure where you at/ where i’m at, (ni66az want they corner back)/ free got hit bloods now everywherе/ made it to the er thinking payback/ no more drеams mansion & maybach/ brought the m1 just for a little fun/ on the run & you know the outcomeeee

chorus 2x: to all my hustlers gather around/ get a brick chop it up we gonna split the town/ it’s the sounds of gilla down, ni66a bring your pound/ talking like a g it might lay you down/ see i don’t fck around

verse 2: dark clouds water dripping on my head/ my boys dead, laying now in his bed/ at the titty bar throwing back hennessy/ cuz a homies nothing but a penalty/stress a the street gotta ni66a depress/ any beef, mail to your address/ new spot more goons outside/ had to regroup ni66as in tim boots/ almost side track kept the money on my mind/ before feds get close gotta be ghost/ fake ids for racial profiles/ made bail long before any trial/ ni66as like me switch plates new gates/ high stakes no time for mistakes/ vets went to war soldiers with a poppy/ el chapo weight like papiiii

verse 3: speaking in tongues slang you ain’t ever heard/ middle finger to the law, flip a bird/ ain’t pro black hope, slang dope/ fck being broke, got that smoke/ rich got rich won’t see me ever b_tch/ hide from the beast put a hole in snitch/ hit the cartels ni66az on any block/ rancid streets where cops get pop/ sing to the lord, ni66az hit the morgue/ slaves on a ship & we on board/ genocide for the ones who know the time/ (mo money, mo murda, mo homicide)/ got the young boys out there with the work/ no smirk, leave anybody murk/ axe to the grind every cus got chop/ bricks coming in punching out that clock

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