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letra de super legends - bun b & statik selektah

[intro: nems]
never disrespect me
(statik selektah)
brrah
we back, c-cksucker, what?
bing-bong
yeah
statik selektah (yeah, that’s a legend)
bun b (that’s a super legend)
smif-n-wessun (brooklyn legends)
and i am gorilla motherf-ckin’ nems (act like you know, stupid)
once again
i’m the face out here in new york city, stupid (yup)
f-ck your life (know the vibes, you know the vibes)
yo

[verse 1: nems]
i’m just out here livin’, winnin’ like i planned it (like i planned it)
’cause i played my cards right like i was gambit
probably f-cked the b-tch you posin’ on the ‘gram with
seen her outside, put my hand all in her spandex (get over here)
ah, they real passive with aggression (what’s up?)
bring your top five, i’ll embarrass the selection (with ease)
walk past the mirror and i bask in the reflection
your accomplishments mean nothing when your character’s in question
if i wanted a good laugh, i’d take a look at your funds
any town i pull up in, they offer p-ssy and guns (take that, take that, take that)
i’m the coney island mayor, that’s the brooklyn of slums (brooklyn)
made somethin’ out of nothin’, started cookin’ with crumbs (that’s a fact)
ah, catch me in a slab down in port arthur (skrrt)
if that b-tch talk sh-t, i’ll smack that wh0re’s father
i’m the best thing out of new york since illmatic (facts)
welcome back, this is trillstatik
[interlude: bun b]
goddammit, who let this crazy motherf-cker back in here from coney island on his godd-mn gorilla sh-t?
but f-ck it, if we in the jungle, let’s swing from a vine one time, motherf-cker
trillstatik 3
b-tch

[verse 2: bun b]
you wasn’t with it, shootin’ up in the gyms
i’m the type of dude that’ll drag you down the block by your limbs
don’t you ever disrespect me when i’m rockin’ with nems
slap a rapper out his shirt, his slacks, socks, and his timbs
sh-t, i know that that sounded crazy, but man, i’m serious
leave your leather covered in red, lookin’ delirious
you don’t want no smoke with a chimney
i’ll put down any rapper you send me
it’s not just on me, it’s in me
you can bend me, but i won’t break
try to make me soft, but it won’t take
i’m not phony, i won’t fake
i already know the stakes of this bet that i’m gon’ make
and i brought a smith & wesson, i want it, i’m gon’ take
i ain’t come all the way to new york to do the same old
and we ain’t cut from the same mold, you stuck in lame mode
i keep it hot in the spot while you remain cold
so you just keep on bein’ a b-tch and i’ll remain throwed
[interlude: smif-n-wessun]
trill
lord have mercy
listen, man
listen, man
lord have, lord have mercy
ayo
ayo
lord have mercy
smokeayo

[verse 3: smif-n-wessun]
i am the o-n-e, that spells one, is in z
so when you speakin’ of me
but he ain’t hear you say he
it’s like mathematics
rap addicts can’t grasp it
the way i be flippin’ on tracks like gymnastics
hashtag that, sling drugs, get money on the corner
i’m doin’ this for what maidana did to broner
feel me? real g’s, trillstatik 3
nems, smif-n-wessun, statik, bun b
magnificence manifested
divine spark, respect to the architecture
dons connected, cons respected, hail megatron
ramble on, polo goose with the benneton
been involved with the felons
send some arms to the brethrens
youngin arms get to grippin’
spin’ the block, n-ggas drippin’ (right)
get it poppin’, no question
smif-n-wessun be engraved in the weapon (smif-n-wessun, smif-n-wessun)

- bun b statik selektah

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