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letra de we gon' hit 'em - deuce, dub and the junkyard gang

[chorus]
we gon hit ’em hit ’em, we gon get ’em get ’em
we gon hit ’em hit ’em, we gon get ’em get ’em
we gon hit ’em hit ’em, we gon get ’em get ’em
you done made me want to fight chump, bring it on

[verse 1]
i sense a bad vibe in the air, my act’s changed
time to think like mcguyver and maneuver like max payne
gotta land it with clinics(?) quick, handle my business

cause fightin’ the fair one ain’t quite fair son
that’s why i max and pack knuckles in my nike air ones
let’s get it, ride and ride ’til there’s no night left
cause the only thing that’s guaranteed in life is death
and i can tell you not the type to act hype for less
with 20 people or more, took a pipe to the chest
we’ll bring it to your address, callin’ your name
and put your t–th to the curb and kick your jaw in your brain
same when i spit it, leave you knocked
ringing either from the flow, or the 8-ball, caught a sock swinging
either way around, kicking back doors down
rolling deeper than the somalians in black hawk down, let’s go

[verse 2]
man, this ain’t no two way strip, pr-ck, get your boots laced quick
man up
switch walk, b-tch walk, deserve b-tch in the backseat
cause on the inside you the same color as taxis
perhaps we don’t act so calm, and f-ckin’ with us is risky
like having knife fights with magic johnson. packs is stomping, duck and act fast
i got enough fire in my heart to start a f-ckin’ backdraft, it’s that bad
call it trife, i call it the truth, gotta treat beef like cancer and cut it off at the root
f-ck what you knew, f-ck up the beat, cleats will f-ck up your crew
cops come, man f-ck ’em up too, f-ck can you do?
caught a sleep and get your feet rocked, and left twitching like a f-ckin’ crackhead in detox
yeah i’m drunk and talking like i don’t know no better
cause when i’m good i’m good and when i’m bad i’m better, come on
[chorus]
we gon hit ’em hit ’em, we gon get ’em get ’em
we gon hit ’em hit ’em, we gon get ’em get ’em
we gon hit ’em hit ’em, we gon get ’em get ’em
you done made me want to fight chump, bring it on

[verse 3]
regardless of that, rock ’em to sleep, cop ’em a nap
me myself, don’t sleep like an insomniac
not worried, your flurry, i’m beyond your max
put the chainsaw flow to your swiss army raps
spaghetti your arms, leave your conscious blacked
giving me weed is like giving an arson a match
let me treat this like a rub-off and start it from scratch
the only one stopping me is god, chump that’s that

[bridge]
but that’s not it, your blood’s boiling and your knees weaken
and your heart starts racing and your t–th start bleeding
instinct is key, but if you’re quite ductile
you better off f-ckin’ yourself up fight club style, bloww
now i lead with style, and observe how
with a fist in your mouth you only speak with vowels
throw in the towel, please, you ain’t breathing too well
look at the blood, skull looks like a liberty bell
on the floor, on your knees leaking, reaching for help
look at your crew running with the speed of gazelles
call the cops, the pr-cks can’t hold me in jail
i’ll spit a hundred f-ckin’ bars and just build my own cell
you yellow-bellied sap suckers, i’ll see you in h-ll

- deuce dub and the junkyard gang

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