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letra de bury me a g freestyle - kuniva

[verse 1]
i’m not the hardest or the weakest
i’m a walking enigma like a r-t-rded g*nius
i’m cold blooded to the end so if i don’t like you
i’ll put a n-gga on ice cubes with the mac-10
many have died for me to be what i became
plenty have shown their true colors, i ain’t sayin’ names (nah)
i fell for it so i guess it’s only me to blame (yeah)
i guess you really have to see the hurt to feel the pain (c’mon)
so in the last three and a half years i’ve seen more people get buried
i’m sick of the cemetary (f-ck!)
me and my father barbecued on memorial day
the next morning they called me and said he passed away (what?)
i’m like “bullsh-t! i just saw him yesterday”
he just told me “f-ck the past and give your best today”
my wife’s worried that i’m slippin’ in the darkness
but there’s so many goals that big proof didn’t accomplish
see, i just wanna make him proud and be something great
and keep my n-ggas from dyin’ and sellin’ weight
we all kings, homie, this is how we gettin’ down
yeah, you got bread but can’t make moves like mr. howe
was never good at pretendin’
i’m not a mobster, just a henchman
exposing you like an old fashion lynchin’ (b-tch)
pass the watermelon and the chicken, i’m about to [?] a motherf-cker
on the back porch, i’m trippin’
[bridge]
no more shuckin’ and jivin’
hoes stop cussin’ and wilin’
you in a hurry to die?
cl!ck-clack, hush it and silence

[verse 2]
i hate violence but i thrive on it
since you love the streets, when i blast, you better dive on it
stop smiling, b-tch! you the type to charter a plane and a pilot (what?)
and send a sl-t to the virgin islands (haha!)
d-tweezy, all’s easy, thug motivator
guns with so many attachments, i call it devastator
bullets penetratin’ your body and get to percolating
while they operating, you a hot potato (hot! hot!)
b-tch, gimme all you got, i want that chains and the watch
and a pinky ring, n-gga, little things mean a lot
mr. stack-the-green-a-lot, when the cops came you seen a lot
i should write a movie script the way that i can scheme and plot
i do it the shady way, leave a n-gga sleep to rot (yeah!)
have the heater smokin’ like a reefer spot, keep the glock
meet the doc after i’m finished tearin’ your peeps apart (uh!)
shoot fast like i’m tryna beat the clock (there’s one!)
do you like a fiend treats a rock and ride by the scene afterwards
look at your homie’s face to see the shot (haha!)
we are not alike, we are not the same, n-gga, we can bounce (what up?)
you can talk to the hand, grab the knife, meet the ox
i raise my guns like my kids, you want peace or not?
well, f-ck your child’s birthday, i’m ’bout to clear jeepers out
beat your spouse in the face, she’s spittin’, all her t–th is out
beat you up before you reach the couch, that’s what beef’s about
yesterday, the pastor didn’t know what he would teach about (nuh-uh)
imma give him numerous topics for him to preach about
i heard a n-gga yellin’ that the dozen doesn’t have sk!lls
everybody’s frontin’, it’s like they so tough and they that real
should’ve paid attention to devil’s night and listened
you was busy chasin’ round video vixens, [?] pimpin’ (chill out!)
and i ain’t even [?], just trippin’ off how n-ggas be runnin’ they lips
they talk sh-t and none of us ain’t got sh-t
get filled with hot sh-t, strip a n-gga naked
tie him right next to the stove and smother him with hot grits
pop sh-t, run off at the mouth and held hostage (blow!)
decapitate your head and bury it like an ostrich
i’ll freestyle off of the dome, i got a head rush (haha!)
this wall in this booth keeps leakin’ red stuff
i’ll put your team on ice like a red slush
pop you right in popeye’s chicken, now you a dead duck
you the type to call the feds up at random
and tell ’em that i said stuff just to get me jammed up (haha!)
i’ll spray your mans up
[outro]
i… f-ck it
hahahahahaha
nothin’, man, i was thinki-
i just thought about some silly sh-t in my head, dawg

- kuniva

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