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letra de all caps [remix] - dd caine

[hook: d0r!3n]
007 my scope
when the light show, p-ssy boy get hit aye
need a .3 for my dope, only dot 7 but i need a whole spliff, aye
card cracked slip in yo do’
heard you got loud, give it up or get split,aye
wesleysk til i go, f-ck whoever there b-tch i’ll light the whole crib aye
anybody k!lla, want smoke bet a n-gga at home like a muf-ckin pizza man, mmm
clip long, sh-t like pinocchio nose n-gga get low, stat quo, hittin, man
robb banks, n-gga going innadat, if i feel he holding back then that n-gga getting clapped
put it on cope, you ain’t into that, n-ggas is computer gs
everything all caps

[interlude #1: dj akademiks]
they were of course having routine, scheduled, scrimmage shoot outs with the opps
they meet up somewhere, they shoot it out for about 20, 25 minutes
that’s how they do it routinely

[verse one: lp rambo]
please let me know what it is
do i have to ride by with them sticks?
what you tryna do, star in a fl!ck?
do i have to come sn-tch all your bricks?
pulling cards, and we pulling back wigs
oh, you still wanna be with the sh-ts?
oh, you still wanna hang with them n-ggas?
most them n-ggas have not seen a clip
throw the gun round the corner then dip
and they know where you hanging don’t trip
they know if you not dead i’ma flip
and you don’t want me making the trip
don’t leave a witness don’t skip em
swerving out quick, we drifting
no, these n-ggas ain’t shooters you tripping
when we start pulling off they swimming
b-tch my gang all blacks, so i’m in all black if it’s a problem let’s get up and solve that
you talking all that, never did walk that, we pull his cards and he got no cards left
n-ggas is geeked we know they don’t want that, n-ggas is b-tches they typing in all caps
if you is typing you better turn off maps, cause within minutes it’s shooters where y’all at
type sh-t! know the opps ain’t gone like this
but it’s they fault six still alive and fighting
still alive and i’m striking, n-gga gone in a flash saw lightning
try sh-t, put a 30 on my b-tch
they know you wasn’t dirty like this
you ain’t sl!ck, boy, i heard you bitin’
i might pull on your curb, no license
this 40 coming in handy
we in the cut like some band-aids
got all them white folks thinkin’ it can’t be god, these n-ggas is man made
caught your -ss lackin’, a d-mn shame
so many weapons is handmade
none of my opps can say that lp was flippin’ like pancakes
watch how we play with your d-mn name cause we call you weed than champagne
my n-ggas winning the campaign, cause all of these n-ggas is d-mn lames
these n-ggas is thinking a d-mn game, better watch who you giving a handshake
cause all of your day 1s can flake, no matter how hard, you can shake
money coming so fast, you can’t race
he like ”lp you winning i can’t hate”
”tell me how your -ss did it” i can’t say
if he say bdk he got 10 days
more like 10 minutes we can’t wait
we in the car we can’t flake
slide on the opps i can’t wait
he ran to cops he ain’t wait
honestly, i wonder why your mama didn’t abort ya
from the go, i had to move but i brought some hittas to florida
yea i’m balling hard and sh-t and ain’t even finish the quarter
shootin every state with the ks, nah, you cannot say i didn’t warn ya
six

[interlude #2: eminem & proof]
yeah! f-ck you too! yeah!
007 my scope, yeah, 007 my scope

[verse two: ekwesco]
251 is my code, lose everyone on the road
pooky lil dummies and hoes, ho take a dump like commodes, gross
doobie is lovely rolled, yo
ek stepped in the motherf-ckin’ set, flex, i’m not impressed
if he ain’t cogon or rambo, he’s blown up in shambles
every family member is stressed
who said i wasn’t press? (who?!) must mean paparazzi, ah
i don’t fail no test, b-tch, faculty tried just mock me, hoe, uh
do not stand next me hoe, unless i can touch on your breasticly, oh, uh
specialty recipe, mmm! l!ck this spoon from out the kettle
put me in the zone, you ain’t got the stones, on the treadmill k!llin’ cardio
give a dog a bone, i am not alone, three of me, i’m cloned
b-tches call me (moan) and i got pans for all the seeds the team is plantin’
we be outstandin’, don’t give a d-mn bout anybody on the other side tryna false claim wearin apparel
you ain’t original, b-tch, you a parrot
you think you rabbit, i’ll stab you with carrots
think it’s a game, you ain’t a terrorist
you ain’t a gangsta, you are a fairy, whoo!
sideline swag, you’re a lane, little b-tch
i wake up, stay on my sh-t
copycat, probably whack, same old tricks
don’t care if i’m on your list
was a king but you never gave a f-ck about my age
but i know for a fact when i hit that stage, i’ma crush that sh-t
while you stand there soft, i throw cds, i don’t gotta get paid
got a lil blood hoe, call her “bo”

[interlude #3: meredith mcdunna & jason guy]
breaking news, this noon, an orange county middle school student, stabbed, on campus
i’m meredith mcdunna and i’m jason guy
deputies tell us a fight broke out and an 11-year old attacked a 15-year old with a pair of scissors

[verse three: d0r!3n]
f-ck all that keyboard sh-t and what you talking
control it fore i pull up with the fn
007 when i pull up scope his -ss, triple 0
chamber left empty in hand
yes the walking contradict back and he poppin sh-t besides the percs bout to ram into heads
my clip is bipolar like me leave him cold on floor when i hit him with heat from a fan
i’m never like stan, i do what i do how i do it f-ck anyone thinkin i’ll perpetuate
i’ll pull on ov and go clash with jacq again
t-tan up fore all olympia’s slain
bl–dy like broken hymens, bandana like heinz p-ssy muster up i don’t dismiss any names
i pull up on corners leave work for the coroners, never was one to be sweet or be tame
developed description is crippled and injured they got him with blood smeared all over his face
572 on his cheek, heard a cry of “suwu!” round the corner where he was in chains
needle in vein, t–th down his stomach whoever went at him wa’n playing no games
i seen the flag out a opposite pocket
that rocket was poppin since he on “bk”
while were on the topic of nonstoppin fraudulence
someone tell ezy them bs on his way
was lookin for tonio, p-ssy boy hid from him after he screamed that he claim bdk
wrapped that confederate flag round that p-ssy and douche him see bubbles like queef from a dame
i’m awful, distraught and disturbed
but who taught me? the nerds who wound up in the streets from the pain
a bully like jarren, schizophrenic and careless
my people ashamed, cut your day off like farris
no kehlani, you perish, dont beef for the fame
you holler to god, put hole in your father don’t bother the lights swarmin’ he can’t be saved
you failed having training for getting on tracks like you popping your gat you derailed in the day
these pesky pescataries are a visionary act like dani just to sneak in the game these p-ssys scared of beefin with who isnt weak
i x him, o him, that’s a weak end in shame
epitome of fecals demon with eagle stunt like kineval til evils get aimed
beseigin’ all your people, v got locks on regales, ninas got nina news itching to blame, slatt!

- dd caine

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