[Intro: Bless] Yo, we don't care where you're from Manhattan, Bronx, Staten Island, Queens We don't care Put your money up and stop talking shit My son gone smash y'all niggas Apocalipps, get at these niggas, man
[Apocalipps] Yo, fuck the court system and the fake justice they practicing Cause I will start clappin shit, like Jonathan Jackson did Top the judge, put the pump to his abdomens Say free all the Bastardz, in the pens you held captive, bitch So many connects, I could burn cable And let you sweat my techniques like you feelin my turntables It's so easy for a hitman to target your house It's so easy to go to jail, but so hard to get out I don't argue with these clowns to prove my point Seeing is believing, stupid, watch me prove the point Apocalipps, yeah, Ruthless Bastardz, y'all know 'em Any rapper on your bullshit roster, I fold 'em Get ya "Heat", and don't come back with Lamar Odom Keep watching 18 months, barcode 'em Four fives unload 'em, put one in your scrotum They asked me how I got off the ground, I showed 'em A better flow, cheddar blow, niggas'll never know You're like a balloon with a hole in it, you will never blow I got a bitch that'll clean my guns And run up in the courthouse like Lolita Lebron Ruthless for this doe, cause I need dollars Bullets'll leave a patch in your head like Rasheed Wallace, bitch
[Outro: Apocalipps] Catch you on the rebound, yeah, Verrazano Vilain, DJ Storm, Aha, yeah, Ruthless, all that... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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