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letra de victim - jesus h. macy

[verse 1]
yo
curb stomp em like talking wasn’t an option
someone tell me why these n-ggas is talking like feds watching
ops plotting gainst them brown boys
evil eye to the block boys
n-ggas claim gang but i’ve only seen em with tots toys
lames// switch lanes // when the going gets tough
i just smile through the pain take the knife right out my gut
i don’t bluff i won’t stunt like these other fake f-ck
rather show you what i do when these n-gga acts up
watch em
quickly shuffle leave n-ggas in bl–dy puddles
dented the knuckles from throw in punches under the belt buckle
f-ck the trouble
i’m a problem
grimier than harlem
never beg for pardons
don’t crack only harden
harder then the crome dom cracked across his dome
watch yo motherf-cking tone
like you was speaking to yo own
when you talking to the gods
f-ck yo kings f-ck the odds
f-ck yo rings f-ck you probs
we the pros you the cons

[verse 2]
see a n-z- ill light you up like the paparazzi
bombings a hobby we dive bomb and kamikaze
blasting fugazi with heaters repeaters in the lobby
he loco koo-coo i’m crazy n-gga don’t try to me
bust slugs like i bust nuts on ya baby mommy
f-ck around better lay down before i catch a body
waves like tsunami dropping bombs so nagasaki
in puerto rico got bad mami’s that call me papi
spit hot sh-t like a n-gga was chewing takis
mobbing on f-ck n-ggas just like ii was john gotti
body a cop if he ever try to do me like rodney
hit em harder than shots of sake given by bill cosby
now this n-gga knocked out
couldn’t see the fall out
should’ve fell back
no we his jaw bone cracked
like my phone screen
none of you the homies
hope you n-ggas o.d
hope you know that
youll never fold me

[verse 3]
try me try he
f-ck you up high key
run a n-ggas jewels from the ice to the nikes
flow so sweaty f-ck n-ggas not ready
blow like a bouncing betty
the kick back and count fetti
clears throat-
hershey n-gga nah i don’t think you heard me n-gga
past dingy i’m dirty n-gga
never show no mercy n-gga
ain’t hungry bloodthirsty n-gga
we don’t run no thirties n-gga
none yall finna hurt me n-gga
just walk on and curve me n-gga
jay just stay snapping like a motgerf-cking kit kat
the way yall talking sh-t but need a motherf-cking tick tack
new flow new hoes d-mn bro tell me where can i cop that
born battle ready just hope you ready combat

- jesus h macy

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