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letra de 100 bloods - keaton mak

intro:
100 bloods wanted to bloods wanted to (5x)

keaton mak: (hook)
i had to quit balling, 100 bloods wanted to k!ll me
screw me up drill me
kool-aid cup spill me
i seen that n-gga banging bout half a block away
i called my n-gga storm told him its a hurricane, bang
stories surfaced bout how i move the h
d-mn they been in front of my block all day
ready to let them gun sounds lets hear that gunplay
i was on the block 3 seconds in the lane
storm told me wet em up with red paint and caution tape
caught a murder 1 and got it all on tape
fake these n-ggas phony they easy to replace
thun pulled up to my crib during a high speed chase
i was in denial as i tried to flush the ye
my n-gga said f-ck it grab a brick and lets skate
back to 1998 where the dope game was great and the feds dropped the case

deep voice:
we the jury unanimously find the defendant not guilty

keaton mak: (vs)
yo what if blood said cuz and cuz said blood
yo what if cuz want bloodshed and blood said flood
n-gggas wanna know the real like what really was or who really does
most n-ggas be stuck in the mud
they be p-ssed out, scenario -ss out so they robbing no mask out
n-gga (gun c-cks) pump one and then blast out
shot his load recollection overload
imma pull the trigger make his motherf-cking heart explode
artichoke n-ggas catch a body implode then they have a stroke
have a poke making fun of n-ggas but this ain’t a joke
this be the story of a n-gga who had overdosed
not no junkie though he just had took on more than he could toke
he evoke spirits ancient mysticism comatose
he played it close as 45 calibers barely grazed his skull
it be debatable dispose bodies bio degradable
so f-cking hateable f-cking -sses that be deflateable
they stole his soul and hung his new balances on a wire pole
any witnesses get they mouth f-cking wired close
wire clothes stuffy nose new messiah flow gangsta chronicles
making them fishies go barnacles
geronimo i’ve fallen and i can’t get up
swear i light this dank and be bewildered why my -ss is stuck
shoulder shrug how i keep that lil uzi nice and snug
hold the dust cuz them guarding angels keep me high as f-ck
poltergeist swear them ghost flows open vacc-m holes
hold the ice cuz im hotter than a f-cking pile of coal
dial a code sell your soul six below freezing in this motherf-cker
jump a fence split a pole thieving in this motherf-cker
5 dropping neighbors watching police shopping for a n-gga
bet that they dont figure out who pulled the trigger

keaton mak (hook):

storm: (vs)
no need to try to play me
ion talk much
young-ins nowadays love to talk tough
we dont do drive by’s straight walk ups
n-ggas talking brazy getting mopped up
i seen a lot of n-ggas tryna steal the wave
end up face up on the pave
to the hustle im a slave
last year i caught a case
still rolling with the blade
need the dope i bring the b-ss
n-ggas plotting on the plays
i dont feel em anyways
send some hollows through they face
act like they dont know the name
im the realist been the same
buffet the money jumping
blood pumping shottie bumping
band directer drum thumbing
ain’t n0body saying nothing
flashback dropping off the money in the trashbag
hashtag future got my n-ggas tryna mask that
scratch that imma put his -ss where his back at
rap that yeah i keep the burner in the backpack
baghdad execute a n-gga tryna sn-tch that
rap snack storm put a n-gga on a cat nap
balling like harden i drop some shots and then im up the road
ball me my n-gga you got a problem no i never fold
gone for a minute i took a vacay up that felon road
n-ggas is plotting he got the burner well who really cold
pull up with blockas and get it popping boy like here we go
hustle my n-gga i had no option but become a pro
freedoms not free so d-mn right we gotta move the o’s
honey sweet and firm boy we ain’t talking cheerios
perfect timing i been on the island wilding piling styling
where the h-ll has my mind been
riding sliding sickening with violence
talking real ripe bloods where the h-ll can i find em
sorry they call me tommy with the army find me blazing while im dodging a hommy

keaton mak: (hook)

keaton mak: (outro)
the road to vengeance has mad dimensions with bad intentions and plenty f-ck n-ggas who been dis-positioned from the throne
and all alone a gawd rose into his own embedded into the stone that is this earth
and his spirit gave birth to a breed of church less n-ggas headed for the hurts
godless n-ggas indebted to the turf showered in his own blood
if i ain’t no thug n-gga i’m judged and if i face the judge he may hold a grudge based off of the smudge on our own community that dripped down into his grandsons eulogy
if you were asked to take the stand would you answer truthfully
or do a dance and prance for your freedom
im a gawd i can’t answer to no heathen
i’m the last breathing son of the mohegans
so if you don’t pay me back, we could never be even
i say my grace so i’ll forever be eating
it’s plenty f-ck n-ggas deceiving so make sure you vet who you receiving
those who thieve will bleed so make sure to bob and weave like apollo creed
never un-mend relationships based off of greed
for the seed that you plant will grow a plentiful tree if you know what i mean

man f-ck all that sh-t man p-ss the triple beam n-gga, f-ck

- keaton mak

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