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letra de 52 bars - cjay

[intro: cjay]
ha—no more pain
i represent real hip-hop, not necessarily old school
you hear that beat—that’s foreign
and my brother, noex, told me to do this sh-t
so don’t get mad at me—get mad at that n-gga
f-ck you ate for breakfast?

[verse: cjay]
they say, “prophecy you the best hands down who got props”
i do not stop and motherf-cker you not hot
i’m in the coupe drop top, the roof got chopped
just like these rappers, braggin’ bout the sh-t i do not got
like man i’m yosemite sam with two glocks c-cked
i do pop shots to make your f-ckin’ crew hop scotch
and f-ck you cops cause you c-ck block
k!lluminati, spit the sh-t that got 2pac shot
i was born in 93′, the greatest died in 96′
and i’m as sick, but ain’t no tellin’ how sick my sinus is
ever since i was six i was bothered by tolerance
but i’ll admit, i made these promises to make my momma rich
a promise is a promise b-tch, but i am fond of it
surprised a bit? this the first you heard me on some violent sh-t?
freestylin’, wildin’ with noex and dominick
they deserve a scholarship the way they smoke that marijauna spliff
that’s highgrade, don’t mind me, hey my mind aches
cause i stayed for five days inside a live cave
people say i am brave, no worries cause i pray
that god saves us and blacks don’t ever die slaves
so many years on this rotten planet, cotten handin’
white man forgot they manners i can’t stand it, dammit i’m
blood diamond flossin’, yes my time is often
if i die a marksman, you can burry me inside a diamond coffin
a king soon to begat princes and princesses
b-tches wearin’ these thin dresses to impress us
real men love you regardless, i wanna see where your heart is
to be honest about it i don’t want that to be my daughters
embarrasin’, n-ggas is arrogant
scared to have babies, don’t f-ck a b-tch and become a parent then
claimin’ you grown but you can’t take care of your own
now you need you a loan ’cause child support won’t leave you alone
the female’s death strangle, screamin’ out let’s tango
with two of these square -ss n-ggas who turned to rectangles
i got the b-lls, she witnessed it from the best angles
she the type to hold my right nut and let the left dangle
i’m too d-mn dope, what if both of my hands broke
writin’ in first person and dyin’ from second handsmoke
in that case you would have to believe that i am dope
cause i ain’t trynna toot my own h-rn, this ain’t a band joke
f-cked her when she was plankin’, wrapped her in a sheet and blanket
she was drinkin’ so i don’t know what the f-ck she was thinkin’
say she want a new whip, well i guess she needs a spankin’
prophecy gave you this d-ck, you should get on your knees and thank him
f-ck an aretha franklin, respect these high nipples
i’ll tickle and i’ll hit you until you die crippled
visit the hospital, i whipped you with my pistol
official the first drive by riding my bicycle
disrespectful sayin’ i’m little
and how a real man supposed to suck you dry til you’s a popsicle
noex hit you, samurai split you now ya moms miss you
you in the backyard brutally eaten by five pitbulls

- cjay

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