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letra de no hesitation - greed

[verse 1: g.reed]
outta reach, i’m cheech & chong out the bong
wesley snipes out the pipe, watch my blade get swung
been slim since ’91; don’t test my sk!ll to k!ll
still
some mother f-ckers wanna ice skate uphill
in the middle of the summer months
i believe in karma but i don’t believe in alotta rappers coming up, what!
i got the answers to whatever problems coming bruh
dispose the body then play a game of “whodunit” whaaat!
i don’t be knowing where they flowin’
i got more important business like getting my -ss tourin’
cause my peoples looking at me like, “get the show on the road” and
i don’t ever speak on issues so i feel like i’m implodin’
look!
my life a comic-book
i’m sp-wn, you a p-wn, hook a bomb in the kitchen, mother-f-cker let muhammed cook!

drogas!

[verse 2]
f-ck water whippin’, this is wire hanger rap
never say my name in vein, i’m heroin on the track
pure, incorruptable; only do it if i want to
you could never beat me, could k!ll me and i’ll still haunt you
i’m silent bob, the director and the star
you on fremont and still can’t direct me to some bars
i’m fresh up out the jar, m-ssachusetts from the start
but better recognize my county is still clark
i’ve been creating art, been my motive from the start
i’m an uptown knight, you an uptown narc
any uptown night, know i prolly just sparked
and i’ll prolly roll another ‘fore i leave where i’m parked
mind all heart, my heart all flame
treat rappers like the mayans and my n-ggas all from spain
my weed not malaysian but i vanish with the plane
i’m bout to mark my territory on a higher plane

and the hills said nothin’ was the same

[verse 3]
p-ssin’ on the whole f-ckin’ industry
and anyone who ever lied, don’t care if you was kin to me
b-tch, if i sh-t in your mouth, you gotta love it
that’s the only way what i’m eatin’ is goin’ in your stomach
smoke a stockin’ watchin’ yours plummet
politickin’ with the gawd$ meetin’ from the summit
n-ggas know i’m sick, i don’t spit i vomit
throw a comet, f-ck a wish, that’s a promise
the rap games now, touch that’s your hand
if you don’t see me coming you should prolly blame your mans
he a stan
my number 1 fan
a fiend for them grams
you jelly cause i’m making the jam
catch a snippet, crack your face in
spit from mason
jars over heat with a little bit of sp-ce in-
between the flame, wave that to your face, don’t
ask when you feel it, it’s no hesitation

- greed

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