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letra de mr green freestyle - juke (lab tv)

[intro]

yeahhhhh boiiiiiiiiiii
you know who it is, jukey b
big up the whole muzzleflash team
big up everyone else doing their thing
this is a new one, heavy thing

[verse 1]

i’m the king of muzzleflash you know i’ll jump in first g
i’m always on my trap, cos i’m hungry, thirsty
don’t be chattin abar straps laa, pumpy’s dirty
i’m snapping up players like i’m duncan fergy
you’re chatting raw sprayers but you c-nts don’t scare me
al capone on the phone, but you won’t come near me
little rocket in the pocket got that snub nose .30
big pang when i pop it, lad the whole hood hears me, ouch
scouse thug lad you know the script
two slugs in your back with that chromey stick
don’t be chatting abar straps laa my homies sick
and if he comes to grab a man lad he goes equipped
the rat, will get stabbed, couldn’t close the lips
right through your back when i hold that shiv
don’t be chatting that you’re active, you roll with nits
big pineapple bomb will have your home in bits
and i ain’t talking about no east coast and no west coast
but trust motherf-cker you can still get your chest smoked
the whole city’s gone nuts from the ched smoke
chatting abar grafts, nah, most of you dead broke
chatting abar grafts, nah, most of you p-ss poor
just took his car, better hope that you’re insured
got a couple os? then i’m in yours
don’t be chatting on roads cos you’re indoors
it’s fat man himself, making moves with them bosses
i roll round, on them sup’s and them crosses
haven’t got time for no subaru t-ss-rs
i’m actively active, no losers or losses
i started with the henry, now i move squares
don’t be chatting ready cos your manna move merch
if you run up on my fam trust a man will do dirt
don’t be chatting scr-pping cos your man are too scared
if you try and whip a shiv lad, i’m stabbing you first
i roll solo, and i’ll bladder who’s there
catch a divvy slipping trust me lad i shoot there
i’ll run up on your ezzy whilst my nana’s in church
and my mother always said that i was trouble you know
chopping up the bobby just to double my dough
i’m running with the shotty lad i buck it and go
i’m the illest with the lyrics call me hustle and flow
yo, what, yeah, kidda i’m the rotten apple
couple snitches in the bits and they wanna tattle
never dancing on my sh-t i got the proper tackle
and if you’re acting like your big a couple shots will rattle
inside my mind, there’s an active zone
if you try cross the line, i go ratchet mode
don’t be acting like you’re riding with al capone
i got a big .35 that’ll snap your bones
and all the plod are trying to lock me cos the trey-ting pops
enemies they best be ready for the big grey box
all the fans they be asking “when’s the mixtape drop?”
isn’t finished but, trust me kid the mixtape’s hot
liverpool, that’s my city till the place ‘came hot
it isn’t funny when your mates get shot
couple bases on the ezzy and the place got locked
and if you try and run up on me then your face take shots
trust me kidda i’mma hurt ya when i catch ya
you’re getting lamped, like a lurcher on the badger
you say you’re packing lad my .38 will match you
trust me lad i’m aggy when my burners out to blast you
i’m fishing for the queen’s face you know i’m gonna catch her
24/7 on my grind, till i’ve stacked her
don’t be acting ready with a knife, you’re an actor
beating me like trying to race a bike, with a tractor
it’s jukey b i’m doing red lights, on the raptor
trust bro, i’m out all night, till i’ve had you
you’re chatting broad day, on sight, till i’ve grabbed you
you’re lucky that you never lost your life when i stabbed you
you’re lucky that you never lost your life when i shivved you
all your teams gone white when i gripped you
first time i banged off the .9 lad i missed you
but next time i ride, i’mma light you like a bifter
yeah, next time i ride, i’mma light you like a joint
superbike hype, then you guys’ll get the point
i knew a guy who used to be a rider now he’s moist
he f-cked a little graft and now he’s hiding from the boys, ha
i ain’t a crip but my shotty blows
and if i’m coming with a fifth, you’ll be on your toes
don’t be thinking you’re the sh-t, cos you’ve got the hoes
cos all your dollars getting sniffed up your snotty nose
bye

- juke lab tv

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