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letra de i'll be lying - balistik (zt)

[intro]

how?
wu-bu-bam
zt
ay (gang)
zt, zt
ay, ay, ay ay ay

[hook]

i’ll be lying
i’ll be lying if i said that the hood was live (live)
i’ll be lying if i said everyday there was ’bout 20 man on the drive
cah everyone’s getting that money we’re kway, do what we do to survive
nuttin’ but mulla in pockets all day, them man be sitting they’re dry (dry)
i’ll be lying
i’ll be lying if i said that my bros don’t ride (zero tolerance)
i’ll be lying if i said that day i never left my man with wounds all wide (jook, jook, jook)
i regret that day that my man died, i’ll be lying if i said that i never (amen)
like how many bros in the can have been smoking a zoobie and writing a letter

[verse 1]

i’ll be lying if i said that i never allowed him (weren’t worth it)
i could’a left him on the ground with nuttin’ but injuries around him
your bruddas are getting their earlies, nuttin’ but years that my bruddas’ are counting
touch him like you got the lurgies like how many man have been left in the mountains? (kway up)
if he got heart i don’t doubt him, if he got heart i don’t doubt him
two on one shank fights and they both got wetted like fountains (jook, jook, jook)
i could tell you ’bout preeing the opps on their block, behind the car i was crouching (ay, ay)
he was smart running in shops, f having the zts surround him (f-ck that)
eight man in the hood, wu-bu-bam in the tec (wu-bu-bam)
i’ll be lying if i said i don’t miss them days 20 man on the trek (kway back)
he want revenge, no figure, tell him to just wait a sec (hold on, hold on)
i’ll cop him a spinner and we can play russian roulette
i don’t care [?] or hench, yeah bolo, carry on there with your reps
my young boy only cares ’bout cheff man down, he don’t care ’bout looks go looks at his peps (meady)
i’m stressed
but i’m still in the hood i’m blessed (blessed)
still riding ’round with the same gs, still got a skeng by the steps (ratatata)
there’s sh-t i can’t mention
i really rid ’round with intentions
how can a man scream ztk then answers the officer’s questions
yeah, he’s a sc-m
bally i’ve run up on traps, but i ain’t beefing beckton
we got guns, wu-bu-bam spinners and macs, sing it like wstrn (boom, bow)
send man to heaven above, hear a next block have been sharing the love
said they’re banging and repping but hiding and tekking the dotty, got lead in i’m getting him rubbed
ay
used to ride seven of us, trap on my ones
flex and finessing the grub
run and get peppered, lil bro and no leathers, so what did i do [?] them gloves (why not?)

[hook]

[verse 2]

got gunners like wenger
we don’t do knocks like jenga (no, no, no)
me and 22, two shanks each running in your party ’round in november (kway back)
i’ll always remember, (why?)
why i’m a zt member
did one opp boy [?] christmas, in the 5, 24th of december (mum’s)
then i got suttin’ down in shh
who cares, that weren’t enough (no, no, no)
zero sh-t gets tolerated, went ’round when bro got touched (bro got touched)
they don’t want no smoke like packs, they lack, they don’t let it buss
the jakes said me and bro went ’round in the cab, jook jook, then we jumped on a bus (how?)
it’s true i’m a rapper
i’m wrapping up pebs getting uck off your wife
the only ones mashing in work are the zts, i could put that on my life (life)
that’s things on pebs then it’s back to the trap with bmoney and whitez (bmoney and whitez)
opps using their legs, they’re not using their heads, and they’re losing their lives
if if weren’t ps and tre, me and 22, [?] (k)
if it weren’t cash and [?], it was co and shuggz, try’na catch ’em a k (k)
if it ain’t huntz and dabz, [?] they ain’t catching a phrase (zt)
yeah, we all got a partner in crime, opps baffed, like who was it today? (how?)
bandoes where the mandem lay, the opps don’t know about pay (no, no, no)
everyone want link up now, i was doing that in year 8 (d-ckheads)
i could tell you ’bout [?] off grub but the opps them about so i rid on my j’s (ones)
i could tell you ’bout sitting in the trap with kitties and cats for days and days (on my ones)
long receipts, restaurant posh
opps over there with mcflurry’s (d-ckheads)
how you gon’ beef, you don’t trap on your block, you’re just out there looking like dummies (broke boys)
we used to be out every day in the park, now it’s only dog owners and puppies
man took a trip to the broads, but nowadays cid looking like yuppies (f-ck that)
i’ll be lying if i said i ain’t walked ’round there with maggie and bimmer (gang)
dodgy and bobby and ziggy and panda, kway before dab and hot n-gg- (gang)
.44, probably weighs more than tuggz, but he wanted to go with the spinners
in my hood there’s mac-10s and 11s, the uzi we call it godzilla
so don’t come ’round here rude boy, (boy)
zt [?] toys (zt)
i know if i scream zt they’ll run so when i ride i don’t make any noise (shh)
and now when i’m hearing my voice (why?)
cus’ the oppers have ratted already (what else?)
i’ll be lying if i said i weren’t stressed there was no bells left in the dezzy

- balistik zt

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