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letra de co-d's - dj nix

(dj nix)
verse 1
yeak / takin’ names and numbers
n-i-x is o-n / n0body nathan
no explainin’ / plain as day and / ain’t no playin’
it’s showtime son / grab my machete and run
been around the world / riding with norse men
with r-ss out / i’ll be the fourth horseman
mathematics / beatin’ up the score / and
i got rhymes galore
check one / check two / droppin’ four on the floor
doublin’ that on the boards
losin’ sleep over this loose leaf
i can hear it in my head / i’m tearin’ sh-t to shreds
i swear / got groove gear for your ears
and i been mixin’ sh-t for over ten years
when i’m dead and gone / you’ll still hear it
creatin’ so much / i’ll be here in sspirit
my legacy / my soul / my goals
my eyes on the prize / they glow / i know
spades and bones / throwin’ darts is a blessin’
testin’ / testin’ / one two / one two
who the f-ck are you? / you thought i was through?

(dj nix)
chorus – 4x
we just the co-d’s / told ya we was co-d’s
taking names and numbers / this is how we roll g

(dj nix)
verse 2
i give two sh-ts / verse two sh-t
for the sick / for the weak and the meek
so i lead zeros all the way to heroes
paintin’ pictures / writing songs / or f-ckin’ curse
it’s only art / it could be worse
off point / off kilter / slippin’s the worst
one day / i’ll leave in a hearst
leave this life for others to continue to judge my worth
deep down it hurts
but outside / my nose piece is shatterproof
clothes seams are tatter-proof
tongue so sharp it’s tattle-proof
you know my repertoire / stick ‘em up and guard
i got the gloves and the mask / and i’ll blast if i have
put a tag on your toe / put a mag on your dome
if i was a gun / i’d be nas’s stainless steel son
bobby d / bang them drums
from protégé to prodigy / i consist of more than just oddities
i got the lock and key / follow me
now on a campaign of promises i can’t keep

(dj nix)
chorus – 4x
we just the co-d’s / told ya we was co-d’s
taking names and numbers / this is how we roll g

(freak man)
verse 3
stop with the snitchin’ mother f-ckers i hate this sh-t
you make me wanna just grab the clip and erase ya lid
cuz every time i gets to goin’ in
like a mother f-cker smell me
cuz my business is where their noses is
thinkin’ everything i did was simple as it gets
must have been a little somethin’ that you had to miss
like your head is in the clouds / around where saturn sits
i ain’t you / i ain’t a p-ssy / get the savageness
cherish every single weapon that i’m brandishin’
that’s why these rappers stay afraid of when the man is hit
count how much you like and average it
i simply grab my d-ck / and bottoms up to the fifth
cuz the hotness that i’m rockin’ / b-tches clamorin’
women truly got them booties out the magazines
grab my mag-a-num and get to strappin’ him
then i beat it til i skeet / i grab my pants
and get the f-ck up out the house / and start abandonment
now i’m managing’ / to bring the baddest wick
and not a single of you busters / take the flame i spit
that’s why i eat your -ss alive / bring me a sand-a-wich

(dj nix)
chorus – 4x
we just the co-d’s / told ya we was co-d’s
taking names and numbers / this is how we roll g

- dj nix

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