[Intro: Apocalipps] At ease motherfuckas, DJ Storm Another fuckin Mex Creation Apocalipps, World War 3, let's move 'en on 'em Let's go, let's go, yo, yo
[Chorus: Apocalipps] I did it for the love of cash, around, that's why Trafficking across the Verrazano, coke and the marijuana Alright, tell me, what the fuck, it's gonna be Apocalipps y'all, World War 3
[Apocalipps] Yo, for this cash route I leave you assed out, guns'll blast out I run up on your club, and mashed out, and leave you smashed out I'm not a thug, I'm a nigga with a attitude With a nine beretta, that can lift you off the latitude I'm representing my people that came before me Ya ain't been to Vietnam, but ya still telling war stories You think I'm sex, you tryna stand next to me But I stick pussies, eat pussies and wet pussies You all pussies, tryin to front on the Stat My hometown is called "Leave Ya Ass Flat", I rep that Here's some advice: don't try to be like Pac If you ain't gon' wild out and bust off at the cops And I don't care if they don't play this shit on Hot 97 Cause niggas play my shit, while loading Mac-11's They play this, on them corners where they hustle 'em bricks Near that green dumps and that smell like piss I got worldwide connects that can leave you with maggots I just two-wayed Saddam, he said Bush is a faggot You wouldn't fight for your man or die for your fam Now all over sudden you got bites and you ridin for Uncle Sam Shit I'm a-head of my time, I body your rhymes And be back up north eating calamaris with Shyne And I can kill your whole crew with one rhyme (one) My brain got skidmarks, I got a lot of shit on my mind And most y'all dudes is overrated, fuck y'all lames I'm first round of this rap shit, Lipps is LeBron James Let's say, if you ever try to flip on me Always keep in mind I keep an extra clip on me Like a clip in my sock, clip on my waist, clip in my back pocket Clip inside my black Avi, inside right pocket Don't ever call my bluff like I won't cock it Cause the toast I plug you with more volts than light sockets Y'all still shootin' Washington Bullets, we shooting Houston Rockets It's too real for your optics, aight, let's change the topic You ain't thorough cuz your bars is felt I'm trying to expose your colors, before the cards is dealt Like Ace of Spades, I got too much Heart, deuce of Diamonds Bust these guns off and make you lose them diamonds I know ya'll don't like me, ya'll know these Shaolin cats is sheisty But they quick to flip a nigga like a red Italian icey And scrape ya back with the stick, whose packing like this? This is a warning, everybody move back when I flip
[Outro: Apocalipps] DJ Storm, bombing all you muthafuckas World War 3, Apocalipps Ruthless Bastardz, let's go Let's move on 'em, send the troops in Send 'em through there, muthafuckas get on the war Throw the fucking grenade at these muthafuckas, let's go, let's go Apocalipps, let's go, Staten Island, word up, Queens The fuck where ya'll at, Iraq, let's go Bosnia, fuck that, Kuwait, word up, niggas in Coney Island Let's go, let's do shit, New York, DJ Storm Another fuckin Mex Creation Everybody don't smoke dust from Staten Island, man Just to let ya'll know that, fuck is wrong with ya'll niggas, man My pockets looking like Barney, nigga, shit's is purple Fuck is wrong with ya'll niggas, man, you heard? Put that good shit in the air, nigga That shit don't smell right, don't light that shit in my circumference Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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