[Intro: JoJo Pellegrino (Apocalipps)] Are you ready kid? (yeah) We the best meant for the job (let's do this, I got you Joey, where them horns at?) Ok (I see you, uh-oh, locked and loaded) yeah
[Apocalipps] Pop Ya Head Off Records presents Apocalipps Nigga rap with a four fifth, tracks'll get toasted I'm back, but it's like I never left Cuz I hit you with a right and then another left Niggas better rep, trynna eat like Lipps Shit I, kill a producer for a beat like this And I shitted in the club bathroom, they say I lit it up Bitches love the hooptie and the shit ain't even kitted up I hear ya'll niggas talking bout money, ight, now get it up Dirty ass throwback hat, get ya fitted up Get your spinach up, sneakers, get ya tennis up Pre paid cell phone cards, get ya minutes up And you don't wanna see me dumping 21 in ya muthafucking back like Duncan I used to get dough from packing bags, today I still get dough from packing bags With cracks and slabs, the diesel, the black, the hash Anybody pump on my block, they ass is grass And my AK's the lawnmower, nigga, it's all over Shit got kicked to flip an armored car over All my thorough heads that listen to this Do me a favor, kill a nigga if he sound like Lipps Dedicated fans keep me cool, Staten Island's Off the ground now, muthafucka, we can't lose
[JoJo Pellegrino] Yo, I don't need no jail time under my belt, I got that thang On a gangsta note, I'm feeling myself And I come up out the waste, why you want brains coming out the side of ya face For coming out the side of your face You homo thug and you riding with fags When the drama activates, you wind up tied up and gagged Clippers, no barking, we biting, the muzzles is off Catch Pelle' in Porsche with the double exhaust How the hell you gon' go against grain, got low jack on your chain Cops call you by your first name I speak the universal language, son, oh you speaky no Engly? I break your jaw, you understand where I'm coming from Get down like Danny Ocean, spit rounds and badly roast 'em Over the shoulder knifer thrower, I'm rarely scoping Bomb shells'll sink the ground, head shots Like Ronell from Stapletown Joey sensitive like fine hand triggers on the glock And you rats suck, like Tucky sent niggas on the block My peoples made it live in the '80's and ain't shit change Get down or lay down, the'll body you babies This summer gon' be off the hook, we laying pressure game With hammers like the meatloaf, and Joe gon' get a good luck I got a jam session, ain't no bird But Pelle' can impress 'em, I show you how to do that paison Got Southshore inked on my python, I walk like I think I'm an icon My rep's exquisite, and I ain't never have no album out Guess that makes me the best that never did it
[Kryme Life] Niggas wanna see me fall, now picture that After ya'll done see me crawl Pitching crack, back against the wall, knock, never snitching Back on the block with the raw, I gotta pay for the law Step out of line, wet you straight from the door No remorse, your love ones pray for your loss When it's beef, I breathe easy, you turn and toss Same way I put you on, I can get you off And I hope niggas think it's a game, scope you out For a week, thought shit's sweet, niggas was laying Caught you off beat, four heat, all I was spraying So much blood leaking from the boy thought he was raining Word to my mic, Kryme Life, deliver the pain and Whoever go against, is gon' remember the name Each sentence be my vision, my prediction for lames Beats take me on a mission like I'm spitting that thang Son before you start problems, better stay calm and rethink (why) That's like rocking the heavy charm on the weak link Shit gon' pop off and I'mma give it to you fast Like I'm on the ave, getting my last rocks off
[Black Child] It's Black Child, I'm in love with my ratchet Faggot niggas got they boxers on backwords The'll get gat slapped and held captive Me and my gat, is sexually active When I finger fuck her, it's a muthafucka She kick back when she bust, kiss you on your jugular Now how them slugs feel? Kissing and hugging ya That's how we show love to ya, shit's getting uglier When you see me, it's courtesy of the hood I'm a young black male, misunderstood What's really good? I manauge with two ninas Love to massage your temple, nothing comes between us Sister sledgehammer, Venus and Serena Turn your X5 to a drop top Beemer We'll pop and lean ya, we not Lewima It's Murder, muthafucka, it's never a misdemeanor
[Outro: Black Child] JoJo, tell them niggas, huh, Lipps, Kryme, Murda Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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