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letra de promatic preview - dogmatic

[intro: dogmatic]
hey kids, in case you were wondering what became of our heros
here is a promatic preview, hahahaha

[chorus x2: j-hill]
thug sh-t make the world go ’round
slug spit make your mans fall down
his jewels ran and his pockets hit
you don’t wanna go to war no more

[verse 1: proof]
without notions of beefing, most of the reason
your t–th is bleeding, life receding, close to the weekend
leaving your family grieving, we even
y’all jokes in the street man, leave most of you leaking, broken and beat
openly speaking, it’s proof, so cold he freezes heat
bust shots in the air, put holes in jesus’ feet
snipe pigeons, precise without night-vision
“didn’t you beat down esham?” fool i never fight women
it’s the ninth inning, i’m swinging at every baller
stinging with heavy power, king of the heavy dollar
how you gon’ tustle with grown muscles?
when i’m a panty raider that rape b-tches like darrell russel
make the world hustle, try to out-hustle a hustler
i’ll bust through a buster, hands stay hot like i’m touching a m-ffler
more trife, not wrong just [?] right
god played a joke on the world, it’s called “your life”
[chorus x2: j-hill]
thug sh-t make the world go ’round
slugs spit make your mans fall down
his jewels ran and his pockets hit
you don’t wanna go to war no more

[verse 2: dogmatic]
i’ll stick this cup through your ribcage
to drain the kool-aid your heart pumping, my carbine dumping long range
let me show something with more pain involved
than a man in a body cast wrapped up in gauze
may you all drown, watch your body float
as i flip it off of the back of this old fishing boat
’cause i choked your throat, wrapped you up in a coat
got rid of the evidence and rolled me up a smoke, i
never forget my murder kit
black gloves, black mask and the same sh-t that bin-laden spit
how [?] can a monster get? tell me
i’ll bust shots at the top of a vet smell me?
i downed all the [?], smoked all the diesel
higher than a motherf-cka at my most lethal
i hate people so i carry mad burners
and never show mercy on a first time learner, a stone cold k!ller

[chorus x2: j-hill]
thug sh-t make the world go ’round
slugs spit make your mans fall down
his jewels ran and his pockets hit
you don’t wanna go to war no more
[verse 3: j-hill]
i got some strong army bullies than i bet will abuse you
they looking for a herb and i bet they can use you
guns like elmer that i bet won’t amuse you
[?] us bust like fubu
and i don’t wanna hear that freestyle that you’ve spitten
and i ain’t gotta holler at nas to see it was written
proof good with the gauge, ‘matic good with glocks
i tote hammers like them big, lumpy, forehead sharks
my man was selling skinny dimes so i flipped his world
and i changed mary jane into a fatty girl
heard your peeps walking around with a h-ll of a payroll
we just waiting for tonight like j-lo
border patrol hot so i smuggled the semi
two shots in your stomach like a double of remy
give me whips, bubbled eyes with the window tinted
i don’t smoke but my ride stay indo-scented

[chorus x2: j-hill]
thug sh-t make the world go ’round
slugs spit make your mans fall down
his jewels ran and his pockets hit
you don’t wanna go to war no more

- dogmatic

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