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letra de sign here - aasim

[intro: aasim, lord tariq, big mike]
yeah, yeah
i gotta go to the store, man (the mixtape game ain’t for everybody)
hit that verse one more time
aw come on, man
that sh-t be soundin’ hot, son, the way you hit that sh- (somethin’ brand new by aasim)
i need some henny, n-gga (featurin’ lord tariq)
you goin’ to the store?
yeah, n-gga what-want somethin’, n-gga? (shouts to eric beasley)
do you need some punks, blunts, tubes, nothin’? (devon, smack, l.t., team saga, what up?)
bring me a heineken
haha, ‘ight
matter of fact, just get a whole six pack
okay, yeah (cory gunz, haha)
hurry up, n-gga

[verse 1: lord tariq]
i don’t know this n-gga, why he shoutin’ like hе know me?
he ain’t crew, hе don’t live here, never been here, he ain’t homie
f-ck he want? got me thinkin’ old beef is creepin’ on me
d-mn i’m splishin’ up, i should’ve had that heat up on me
we pullin’, tuggin’ at the door, pointin’, screamin’ shout, “lord!”
ice grillin’ k!ller smirk, like he’s ready to put in work
sh-t i’m out, b-tton pressin’, elevator take too long
aas’ bring that metal, n-gga, ’cause i think it’s on!
[verse 2: aasim]
i’m on the way down, trey pound lay somethin’ down
first n-gga i see ain’t tariq, leave ’em face down
elevator wildin’ out, staircase down
next tell children, “what’s the 4-1-1?”
put the hurtin’ on a n-gga, surgeons for certain be sayin’
“put the curtains on a n-gga, he’s done”

[verse 3: lord tariq]
you know the game, sh-t, i’m headed up the staircase, “b” side of the buildin’
i hear steps behind me, yo aas’ better fill ’em
i’m dashin’ through women and children, excuse me (d-mn, n-gga)
“where you at, man, they tryin’ to lose me?”

[verse 4: aasim]
first floor door swingin’ open, i’m just hopin’ i’m in time
i ain’t hear no shots but the first pop is all mine
hit the lobby, got two n-ggas lookin’ like they tryna rob me
point it at ’em, gun jammed, sh-t them n-ggas pro’ly got me
automatic .32, should’ve carried my revolver
dipped behind the garbage can like i’m runnin’ from the coppers
i’m a, call tariq, “ayo son, we got beef
n-ggas headed up the street”

[verse 5: lord tariq]
d-mn, they got me bangin’ on the neighbor’s door, ms. biggs, open up this door!
this k!ll tryna k!ll me, call my brother, tell ’em bring it on
please open up! aw sh-t, i’m on the wrong floor
made it to the 12th but i live way up on 24, d-mn
[verse 6: aasim]
see i’m dippin’ through the laundromat, a old b-tch lookin’ like
roberta flack, eatin’ on some burger king, blockin’ me
smashed right into her, “b-tch, move your fat ass up out the way
‘fore n-ggas catch up to my ass and start to spray”
out the laundromat, seen a minivan up on the corner
windows rolled down, yellin’ my name loud (“yo aas’!”)
i try to shoot again but no dice, next maneuver
got up off the corner threw my burner right up in the sewer
i ain’t got no heat, i’m f-cked up
(ayo tariq, yo, yo pick up, n-gga)

[verse 7: lord tariq]

- aasim

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