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letra de the flowhalla cypher | dragonflow z soundtrack - jk d animator

[intro: dmx]
yeah, don’t get it twisted
this rap sh-t is mine
f-ck what you heard
it’s what you hearin’ (it’s what you hearin’)

[verse 1: dmx]
x gon’ give it to ya (what?)
f-ck waitin’ for you to get it on your own, x gon’ deliver to ya (uh)
knock-knock, open up the door, it’s real
with the non-stop pop-pop from stainless steel
break bread with the enemy (what?)
no matter how many cats i break bread with, i’ll break who you sendin’ me (huh)
they don’t know who we be, lookin’
but they don’t know who they see
[verse 2: nippsey hussle]
’bout to cross over like hot sauce
on this gutter sh-t, i never hopped off
nothin’ can save us and we realizеd it
we knew the outcomе and we still tried it
that south central state of mind i’m in the field logic
broken culture that we all lost n-ggas in
elevated innovation over ignorance (ignorance)
go flourish, double back and come and get your n-ggas
ain’t nothing realer

[verse 2: juice wrld]
on these beats, i feel like i’m a murderer
who are these n-ggas? who are y’all, never heard of ’em
ion really got no time for the chit-chat, b-tch get back
this choppa break p-ssies in half
i do me all night and all day, dawg
run up on me, then that choppa gon’ spray, dawg
on infinity, shootin’ up yo’ vincinity
i got duff clinton, lil’ money like my name hillary
man, i’m the best
man, i’m a rebel
billy idol in my earphones, i’m a devil
i’m the best to ever do it
f-ck with me, i’ll hit you in your face, you leakin’ body fluids
[verse 3: pop smoke]
i get to drillin’, i’m sittin’, i’m k!llin’
i’m sinnin’ if i get the feelin’
i call trav woo, i bet he clap twos
sip remy like he papoose
have him stay still like a statue
have him inked in like a tattoo
if i run down, he a goner
headshot, no warnin’
it’s a man down when it’s pourin’
gang spin early morning
i don’t get mad, i get money

[verse 4: dmx]
and it ain’t even about the dough
it’s about gettin’ down for what you stand for
i’m gettin’ down (down) like a n-gga said “freeze” (uh)
but won’t be the one endin’ up on his knees
b-tch please, (come on) if the only thing you cats did
was came out to play, stay out my way, motherf-cker
first, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
then we let it pop, go, let it go (what)
x gon’ give it to ya (uh), he gon’ give it to ya
x gon’ give it to ya, he gon’ give it to ya
first, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
then we let it pop, go, let it go
[verse 5: king von]
nah! b-tch i get busy with choppers and glizzies
i’m ridin’ through the city this glock got no safety
keep that b-tch with me so please do not tempt me
i squeeze ’til it’s empty, you thinkin’ you crazy
how you gon’ war with a god, a beast?
you don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak (weak)
boy, we will dust your ass off, we’re sweepin’
you don’t want smoke with my squad, you tweakin’ (tweakin’)
tell them n-ggas they don’t want a war with us (nah)
they don’t want a war with us
nah, tell them n-ggas they don’t want a war with us (nah)

[verse 5: 2pac]
first off, f-ck your b-tch and the clique you claim
westside when we ride, come equipped with game
we keep on comin’ while we runnin’ for your jewels
steady gunnin’, keep on bustin’ at them fools, you know the rules
i’ll let them n-ggas know it’s on for life
don’t let the westside ride tonight (ha ha)
who shot me? but you punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n-gga, i hit ’em up!

[verse 6: juice wrld]
i don’t got time for snakes, no time for rats
i’m smoking pack, i’m selling crack, bring it back
run up on me, cool, that chopper on me get you clapped
matter of fact, i don’t know how to act
i’m a real-ass n-gga, drill-ass n-gga
go-and-pop-a-pill-ass n-gga
if you don’t k!ll the motherf-cker, f-ck it, i will
you better start writing your will, for real

[verse 7: the notorious b.i.g.]
i’m dangerous
crazier than a bag of f-ckin’ angel dust
when i bust my gat, motherf-ckers
quick to leave you in a coffin for sl!ck talkin
i’m rippin’ mcs from tallahassee to compton
biggie smalls on a higher plane
n-ggas say i’m strange because i put the 12 gauge to your brain
one in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
motherf-ckers better strip, baka! baka! baka!
you’re talking to the robbery expert
stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
don’t be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
cause when i l!ck shots the sh-ts is persistent

[verse 8: xxxtentaciaon]
murder these flows like i murder these ho ass n-ggas
where the f-ck is your energy, bro?
make your n-gga deepthroat a desert eagle
if he try me like a ho, p-ssy boy, that’s on my soul
make my flow shapeshift, cold expression like a facelift
at the publix with like eight grips if you talkin’ all that ape sh-t
travelin’ through the infinity, uh
you not that n-gga, pretend to be, uh
all that bullsh-t do not get to me, uh
i am a spirit, an entity, uh
you p-ssy ass n-ggas f-ckin’ suck, you sound the same
i spit the pain, that’s why these young n-ggas feel the same
they know i bang, i’ll pull a f-ckin’ pistol out the range and act i
insane

[verse 9: 2pac]
they got me mobbin’ like i’m loc’ed, and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherf-ckin’ gloves on
i ain’t scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
trust – i got my glock c-cked, playa, if they press me
bust – on motherf-ckers with a passion
better duck, ‘cause i ain’t lookin’ when i’m blastin’
i’m a nut and drinkin’ hennessy
and gettin’ high, on the lookout for my enemies
don’t wanna die, tell me why?

- jk d animator

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