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letra de world order - chip banks

[kastro]
holdin’ my ground hard, when a pound sounds i hit ’em round dog
full twist i pull flips, convicts commit your frail dog
body drowns y’all, i heavily brawl
us down, when y’all found i’m a deadly dog
i see they pretty lights sevvy with a heavy revolve’
outlawz and cream team n-gga, ready for war
blow steadily fall victim for spittin’ secure
lit ’em up before he guard and +hit ’em up+ once more
for the love thing, thug thing, n-ggas in the drug game
blood stains of pain, came in to make your mug pain

[napoleon]
n-gga this a young thug outlaw, feelin’ love, feelin’ war
fill it up with me, lethal sh-t you never seen before
i’ma block those and i’m also new block on my car door
shoot you out your pocket, get the f-ck out them old clothes
you p-ssy n-gga, today to day made me
p-ssy n-ggas you blazin’ me then blaze n-gga (you pink n-gga)
you f-ckin’ with the wrong n-gga
napoleon outlaw verses biatches

[chorus: young n0ble]
you must be out your motherf-ckin’ mind
ain’t no f-ckin’ with this
if you love to start sh-t n-gga bust your clips
feel this, all my young n-ggas ride with us
yo no snakes on no body gonna survive with us
outlaw soldiers and cream team +world order+
defuse front shorters, snuze you’re a gonna
uz’ crossed the border, we stay in here often
america’s most wanted, prepare for justice

[e.d.i.]
now who’s wins the war’s wage, i spent days in the cave
cuz, motherf-ckers would hate to see you get paid
i stayed down and always stayed around the n-ggas i know
with other n-ggas who switchin’ sides and flippin’ cullbals
soap story, k!ller glory with my mac-11
sendin’ these b-tches back to heaven, for seven
steppin’ for lessons, handed down from my peeps
me and my n-ggas makin’ you motherf-ckers release
gather round and peep how it take place
how it take with all the snitches, fake
and curious waving here but we still antic-p-te it
oh you don’t think so, but your b-tch, she wanna taste the sh-t
so while you top glockin’, i sh-t, keep flock rockin’
hurse from makaveli’s, who start toppin’
i start marchin’ ’til your death day
i switch hands with them leather spray, leave the rest to pay
blast them to yesterday, discussin’ past times and them pains remain
like a half a dudley day, i spit raps the delli way
with nuttin’ but truth, bustin’ the troups
and what the f-ck you gonna do n-gga

[chip banks]
banky meet with e.d.i. amin, we blast your team
this time we smash your team
it’s gonna be the other weird sh-t you ever seen, ‘nah’mean
n-gga, who you darin’, i challenge anybody
i know you heard about me
banky baby, i keep the cream team thugs around me
and keep it rowdy, nothin’ but benzes, benjis and drugs around me
where i’m from, son we l!ck shots first
if a n-gga act shady, we hit ‘im where it hurts
pull his mask off and sn-tch off his skirt
may his last ride be in the hurse, you hear me?
this one for my cream team n-ggas
my thug n-ggas, all my sell drug n-ggas
my gang related n-ggas and all my belated n-ggas, what? huh

chorus

[young n0ble]
it be the holiest b-tch, spittin’ pain like this
n-ggas be like, why the f-ck he came and sh-t
nasty new streets slug a n-gga when you walk there
raw sh-t for the dog yeah, how the denim call get
north kid, then attack you ten on some smooth sh-t
outlaw executionists, retribute the sh-t
makaveli, k!lla kadafi, that’s the new sh-t
and f-ck you said, reach out and touch new sh-t
f-ck the government cuz they ain’t tryna help a soldier
i never told ya half the bottle bakin’ soda
but you stuck it so i kept it, if you broke then i done sweat it
i sticked it to this thug sh-t but i expected it, whatever

- chip banks

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