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letra de burn - big noyd

[havoc]
it be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
slugs that leave n-ggas drugged like a chick slip the mickey
i’m so on the low it’d take a navy seal to get me, when i surface
if not chips to benz is the purpose
on your team i’ll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
’til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
n-ggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
have ya janitor pumpin your x5 merkin
skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
beef? n-gga overcook that meat
get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
my life story was written in blood, permanent ink
k!ller instinct, r.i.p. ’em
gotta think like that ’cause forever i be needin’ ’em
plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin’ ’em
some love, some hate me, b-tches in the head beatin’ ’em (so)
n-ggas want to ride by the crib all slow (oh)
we clap motherf-cker, want a real rap show?
fiends are rushin’ when the mack blow, dead in my castle
and in the blink watch how quick life p-ss you

[chorus:repeat x2]
what’s wrong with motherf-ckers
when will the ever learn
keep playin’ with that fire
and that -ss is gettin’ burned
f-ckin’ with semi-autos
one foot is in the grave
we givin’ all of y’all
somethin’ to be afraid of

lemme tell you how it’s goin’ down, it’s on now
n-ggas used to love me, now they want to hate me now
i’m that same n-gga with the tech, holdin’ the spot down
except i’m pushin’ a lex, lettin’ the top down
but wait, you don’t think i live a pop life now
that’s hate, you could get popped right now
me don’t play, i keep a gun around my way
cause i’m a f-ckin’ drama king like my n-gga kayslay
s-x, drugs, money, and murder all day
it’s rules, guidelines, and codes, we obey
don’t even trip, imd it’s that i claim
infamous mobb deep n-gga, ready to bang
n-gga don’t think sh-t stink, then sh-t hit the fans
so i don’t slip, i’ma sh-t with my gun in my hand
it’s a thug thing y’all n-ggas wouldn’t understand and
y’all keep guns we keep our sh-t bangin’

[chorus]
you a b-tch–ss n-gga, i had you k!ll’t
all they had was your picture at the funeral
no casket, you bas-tards be missin’
my jewels, my whip, my rims we b-tchin’
my guns be the heat that’ll make you blister
my mens, my timbs’ll stomp you n-ggas
no sh-t, no clip, don’t f-ck with us
it’s no problem, i bring it to the best of them
from the old to the new, and the rest of them
no love, just slugs for ya body dunn
just pain, just sufferin’, and worst then that
you let me get my hands on you so i’m takin’ advantage
and that sh-t that you pulled ain’t do me no damage
you don’t know me, but we bout to change that sh-t
wrap that n-gga up like a package
f-ck all them n-gga, buck all them f-ggots

[chorus:repeat x2]
yeah, qb (yeah)
mobb deep, dola
it’s goin down, we’re takin over
vita, gettin this dough
we don’t call it murder for nothin (murda!)
(murda, murda!)
i’ll send you on
prodigy, big noyd, havoc
yeah, y’all see us
it ain’t a game, yeah
oh, come on, yeah, you see us

- big noyd

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