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letra de where you at - donnie menace

[verse 1: donnie menace]
now tell me who’s runnin’ thangs, punches hittin’ harder than clubber lang
they talkin’ that sh-t ’til we all in this b-tch like runnin’ trains
ribs touchin’ like i haven’t eaten in f-ckin’ days
and i don’t play when i’m starvin’ and this isn’t hunger games (hunger games)
dealin’ with my demons controllin’ my destructive ways
go off so hard that everywhere i leave bl–dy stains
i’m summoning the wicked, all these f-ckin’ lames
you need someone to bury them? then let this hero in like a junkie’s fangs (junkie’s fangs)
we’rе just makin’ it harder for the fakers and jockеrs
hatin’, plottin’, watchin’ every move that we make like a stalker’s
we keep takin’ it farther, while they complain, they can’t bother
changin’ the game and we’re never hangin’ with snakes over projects
i’m callous, still feelin’ pain and i’m indestructible
ain’t got the touch of death if you thinkin’ that you untouchable
sharper than the edge of a razor that’s ’bout to touch your throat
bow in the presence of greatness, it’s right in front of you (front of you)

[chorus: donnie menace]
if you never layin’ down for anybody where you at?
if you ridin’ with us even when it’s ugly where you at?
if you with it creep can i get a what? (what?)
we ain’t goin’ nowhere and we never gave a f-ck (f-ck that!)
if you never layin’ down for anybody where you at?
if you ridin’ with us even when it’s ugly where you at?
if you with it k!ller can i get a what? (what?)
we ain’t goin’ nowhere and we never gave a f-ck (f-ck that!)
[verse 2: lex the hex master]
put ’em up! i got you dawg! yo!
off the muscle these n-ggas don’t wanna tussle
i’m escalatin’ the scuffle while swingin’ that bell buckle
f-ck a bad knuckle, n-ggas pullin’ burners out the duffle
touchdown to a fumble, rumble young man rumble (man, rumble)
this is live from the jungle, i’m swingin’ from block to block
keep it sippin’ ’til i stumble, that henny go shot for shot
i press the b-tton when it’s hot then wait for your top to drop
watch ’em stop and drop, four or five shots will make ’em pop and lock (pop and lock)
a lot of rock bars i drop, sh-t is toxic hot
still climbin’, this is not the top, watch the plot
ass to mouth ’til your top thot condom pops
i bet the neighbors know my name, shots from down the block
my n-ggas down to keep it hotter than vegas, the haters waitin’ to raid us
amongst the greatest belated, i paint a picture you couldn’t imagine, dazzlin’ half of the masses
screamin’ f-ck you b-st-rds, where the f-ck you at?

- donnie menace

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