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letra de f.u.b.a.r. intro - disiplyn

sent bullets all in the name of freedom
they said he wasn’t breathin

lyrics so cold got em shiverin
what in the world was i thinkin
i feel like my style is too insane
what the f-ck is going on up in my brain

i hear the mortars fly over the border
i’m flippin a quarter with mio and kola
like who’s gonna take up this guard shift
i don’t think we ever solved it
i don’t think these n-ggas want sh-t
but they actin like they heart big
its just me and my accomplice
ye i’m talkin bout the squad b-tch
everybody talkin gang gang but ya gang wouldn’t give they life for ya
ma homies took life for ya
ultimate sacrifice for ya
used to shoot dice wouldn’t think twice pops stay mad at me
6 shots out the 4 5, ceilo your whole family
still walk around with a turban
mercenary life merckin
makin duke look nervous
got your b-tch a new purse and
she think she a new person
got some n-ggas steady driftin
got some n-ggas steady swervin
duckin the cops, bobbin and weavin and turnin, run through the lot, right up on sherman meet you on kennedy
gotchu forever if you a friend of me
lose me forever for disrespecting me
i could just lose you forever so rest in peace
my n-ggas never just let me sleep
up on a hill countin many sheep
i used to laugh at the enemy
this that bout to catch em all sh-t
this is that fitted hat backwards
told you my life is a movie, but ain’t n0body here actors
you get that reference earlier
i was talkin ash ketchum
see it went right past em
i’m like rap’s green lantern
wait i meant to say flash bruh
actually i’m like batman
you know what i mean shazam bruh
matter fact ill take harley
but i only wanna smash bruh
justice league in this b-tch
but you gotta pay me in cash bruh
joker how i make you laugh tho
120 on the dash, you could say i’m goin mad slow
240 in the stash, you could say i got mad dro
or you could even vice verse it
you could say i’m goin mad fast
in new york we say mad mad
so you could say i got mad flow
cuban n-gga call me castro
i couldn’t deal with my last hoe
my homie told me just leave her
but i’m like just look at that -ss bro
i think we movin too fast hoe
she wanna permanently crash yo
dis you sure know how to pick em
well i used to have an afro
all these b-tches love to mingle
around me when i ain’t single
dominican white girl with big t-ts
givin me mixed signals
and i’m as mixed as it gets
nueva york to the death
hispanic in my blood
jersey pumpin in my chest
afghanistan in my brain
101st is my set
weed runnin through my soul
still hood still a vet
real n-gga to the core
grew up in the projects
rap all up in ma bones
wonderin what ima break next

- disiplyn

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