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DJ Kayslay
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Coast To Coast Gangstas
DJ Kayslay Feat. Sauce Money, Joe Buddens, WC, Bun B, Killer Mike & Hak Ditty Brooklyn, this is the set-off Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets nigga Word up, Sauce Money, uh, uh Proper set-off
Don't get it fucked up 'cause Sauce calm with his grandma 'Cause I'm like bakin' soda, bitch, I'm armed with a hammer And when I'm strapped, fool, fuck your brother 'Cause like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia You in the scope like a muthafucka
Fine, niggas don't wanna let him shine Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out, I guess we got somethin' in common I'm just a little more calm when I'm about to split your arm in
Put a hole so big in your noggin' that if you God body You can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin' for more lyrics I know Steady robbin' all them lyrics I flow
I'm Sadamin' all you niggas fo' sho' You betta know I'm a true nigga, please do, nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas 'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas
Get a grip, dead four, fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin', nigga don't trip
Stoned is the way of my walk In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red, body outlined in chalk
My rhymes, two zigs all nines Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time This eightball's a strict nine Tear apart body parts when I spark nine
At they head hard, lodged in they damn spine Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin' Shittin' in a bag and a breath away from dyin' Nigga I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes
The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock From New York down to Georgia, it don't stop Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock, blat
They say murder is the case, they wanna throw me I guess these muthafuckas don't know me O.G. rock called a yay slanger
VA's finest Underground muthafuckin' king, call me, your highness I tear your sinus with this gun powder Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear, this is real, niggas
Here is the deal, you clear in this field And ain't stoppin' until every hater here is revealed 'Cause we don't need no fuckin' clearance to peel Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is revealed
So get off this block, homie, handle your corner Keep all your heroin, rocks and you marijuana I'm like a character on the Sopranos or the Wire You'se a big pussy, lil' man, it's over, retire
'Cause the clock's tickin', your days is done But we know all them lil' different fuckin' ways, you slum But it's trill downtown, your momma's all free Your house is sugar, layin' with your wife and your seed
Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home invasion You gon' bleed on my gun from your dome abrasions 'Cause my chrome is blazin', I'm naughty crunk Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the waist Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face Fuck rest, we gon' lay these muthafuckas to waste You bit the pully nigga tell me, how the fuck did it taste
From my gun, big guns, big power M. Woods, sixth hourm Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers Smith and Wesson's, glocks and lugers AK's, AR 15's Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it? You live by it, so you die by it A muthafuckin' gun
Who's the man with the strap in his hand Homie's stolen semi-autos and contrabands All day every day, crossin' my hood in day In a six-trey with my nigga Kay Slay
Dub the law scan, the infrared scanner Hangin' out the window, hittin' em up with the bandana And I can't stand a snitch so I clean the lid Just in case them bitch niggas wanna sing with this
I stay on the trigger, 'cause lames hate me nigga They can't pay me nigga, where my lay dates nigga Where AK one-on-one so thirty shot Nine millimeter, Melinda's aimed, ready to send ya
So put your can on your vest like a Bible and pray slowly 'Cause this'll leave your teflon holey With the forty glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the scene It's the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King
It's about that time nine-milli clappin' Dude, what's really crackin'? I been gettin' it since 'Paid In Full' was really happenin' I gotta do it like that to keep my street name
And pride made me kill Wayne Growe when the heat came I don't smut but stimulation is good I keep the hammer with me, Joey's renovatin' the hood Difference between us, I'm gettin' loot on tours
Good shoes on the Beem, you got a boot on yours Dudes with no names wanna put an end to me But doggs, I'm readin' between the lines The whole game's in parenthesis
Talk about models and how you with somethin' When you really shootin' air balls You ain't hittin' nothin' Nathan, through the strip, O.G.'s blazin'
Street niggas slowly hatin' on Joey, so amazin' And hood niggas knowin' what up Either holdin' you down or holdin' you up, throwin' it up Oh
Aiiyo, fuck the dumb shit when the guns spit One clip'll have your whole strip laid down Thirty-two shots to your block, I had that shit caged down And before you blink, I let off eight rounds
This the royal, I ain't playin' I'm takin' this over so y'all either layin' or dyin' And I won't hesitate to blaze the iron You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion
I see them dudes every day when I'm racin' by 'em Or on the curb poppin' bottles while they hatin' and eyein' Uh, whether the slider or the highrider I keep my block rocker, glock under the blue dosser
Far as Philly, it's no question to who's liver I'm hotter, Hak Ditty, block locker Fully prepared, I hope y'all fully aware That y'all niggas got a problem this year
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