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letra de heavy mental - blaq poet

[intro]

“we came here tonight to get started
to cold act ill, or get r-t-rded”

[verse 1]

? p in there you n-ggas! i’m soon at your cranium
a ? -ss to ? in. i keep on layin’ em’
i got my guns and my roses then i be sprayin’ em’
turn a n-gga into a kid and keep ?waitin’ on?
prayin’ on you, can’t even save you in a ?
i ? you’re all body catchin’ the full clip
wrong n-gga to fool with, so ?
? ? ? ? -gunshot-

if it’s a murder ? – drive by ! (drive by)
the hood is my homie, you can get k!lled in mi casa. (casa!)
don’t play. don’t play, you f-cking with the ? ?
i could tweet out a thousand n-ggas to clap you
always gonna be busting over my belly b-tch
i’m ?high and flyin’? in jets and i’m a terrorist
you can’t tell me sh-t, i’d squeeze when the metal spit
– n-gga you bleed when the metal spit!

[bridge]

[verse 2]

it get no better than this, “screwball !”
yeah we at the top of the list
blaq poet’s ? it’s about to get realer
what it do ? wat it is ? n-ggas know i play my part (let’s go)
welcome home, the big homie ? (huh!)
we just lit a candle ? blast off the pistol
all of my thugs, keep it ?
there’s a problem ? yeah, you gon’ get your issue
we certify (we certify) , ? ?
salute to all our hats (salute to all our hats), yeah we on the ?
never hated, never wait it, that’s why i f-cking made it
every day i go hard, that’s why i celebrate (celebrate !)
no matter what, the god got ?elevate?
when you in the street, you know you can’t hesitate
4? ? ? , we always regulate
we always regulate

[bridge]

[ verse 3 ] [ blaq poet]

i’m here to sh-t on your all style, f-ck your profile
i’m so ? it don’t take much for me to go ?
i’m a real m? f?
desintegrate you motherf-ckers in them ?thight jeans?
it’s 2015 , ? ?
? ?, only true fans get love
i’m whiling on this venimous beat
real n-ggas recognise cause they been on the street
?pack? more drama than watching c.n.n
no need to ask who’s making that noise, it’s me again
i’m from the deep, where no’in could survive at
no signs of life, that’s where i ?drive? at
murder motherf-ckers from the jump
then look at rest of you punks like “what the f-ck you want
n-gga ?”

[bridge]

[outro]

hey blaq poet, wh-ssup boy ?
we ? this n-ggas ?
screwball ! whut?
free the homie solo
rest in peace k.l
black ? ?

- blaq poet

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