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letra de spaford - buddha monk and popa wu

yeah, lil’ free, f-r-double e
sha-cronz, the high juan
sh-t is real in this sh-t
ty-jigs, pyzone, billy box
fort greene, middle side
yo, billy box for harder life
yo, yo…
with the gauge i play men
you cavemen, push c0ke whiter than caucasions
n-ggas facin 25 to life for bein hard headed like haitians
i keep the gauge blazin, i’m aimin, never raisin
ain’t no tellin how these f-ggots might come through, sprayin
on the low i’m layin, i’ll be d-mned it’s me they framin
pfft, spit the ox out, have his face flamin
like herpes, n-ggas burner start decayin
dead for days, on the 12th gun, the hallway
play the crib all day, with me chicks do foreplay
bangin at the spots, no more back out the cops
gettin yolked up like halloween with kids on the block
ya heard?
yo, f-ck that sweet sh-t, i’m sour
glance at your cl!ck for hours
pull out long sh-t like the twin towers
mics are quiet, but this little n-gga bring the riots
thugs i hire, p-ssies i fire
yo, what it is? yo, what?
d’s on the low, gun in they lap, in the montaro
walk through, chain out in your borough
stay thorough, have n-ggas shift like jello
always say peace on the phone, never h-llo
keep a rubber band around my hundreds, tied up
get my c-cks up, the majority of my cl!ck is locked up
i created monsters, gave you heart when we was partners
now against you, had to use revolvers
you caused problems, now you can’t solve ’em
shot hollows, you can’t dodge ’em
y’all n-ggas is like bugs, i squash ’em
my style is awesome, extortin n-ggas, flossin
murder scene, yellow line, caution
you shouldn’t’ve forfeited, i keep gats often
position out of proportion, then i lost it
swiss cheese and coughin, dt’s in a ford taurus
chasin n-ggas in the ford explorers
that’ll draw guns, n-gga
yo, everywhere i go, my cronz come with me
if it’s your face i’ve blown, you caught a buck 50
n-ggas that bust shots, they better not hit me
free pump more water than mississipi
halfback, pants down with a taurus 380
pistol whip the judge lady and left that b-tch swayze
blacks say i’m crazy and half shade say i’m loco
because in the dutch or the backwood you puff cocoa
hold more weight than that sh-t that you lift
red dot on your forehead called the inf’
n-ggas is snakes just like anaconda
don’t even bother, it doesn’t matter, auto or revolver
i take the auto cause it goes off, automatically
my slugs spit and fly vertically, improve diagonally
sawed off hit the ball court, p-ss the torch
sh-lls burn like hot sauce, when i let off, n-gga
yo, what? what?
yo, yo, what it is y’all?
fort greene, middle side, give it up
far side, first side, u.k
bed-stuy, u.k

- buddha monk and popa wu

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