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letra de error - lakeshore hustlas

[intro]
-clears through-
yo, yo… alright…
its ya boy!! j-mag
da maestro on da beat!!
and you already know what this is…
it’s right around that time..

[verse]
i know that i’m the man, it don’t matter if you understand
i gotta show ’em that i’ll k!ll ’em any chance i can
by goin’ hard for by brothers that don’t got a word
to carry them thru this f-ckin ugly -ss world
i gotta keep f-ckin goin, ain’t no time to stop
ain’t trynna get busy with me in the parkin lot
flamin hot, like some f-ckin cheetos, mamacita
wanna f-ck with me becausa of my lingo and my greena
i don’t got time for these nasty ugly -ss hoes
and that’s the way it goes, don’t masquerade this sh-t is old
i’m neva sold on that bullsh-t that you n-ggas sellin’
i’m f-ckin gold, ain’t no question why they think of medlin’
with the champ, ain’t no betta than the j-mag
blockin out you hattas betta than them raybands
i make that little spot where ya lay at
feel like ice or fire when i hit you with that laser
so you gaze at the little green beam stream
point it in between and ignite it, make you f-cking scream
he – doesn’t even know that it’s coming
infrared, followed by lead
he’s lucky if he get’s to duckin
f-ckin with subsonic shots, called it a supressor
less you got that ebonic talk than it’s something lesser
to the smith & wesson 45, don’t get me morty high
i really show you how we get down, bullets soarin by
do it for the one time, for the one time we do it
i’m doin dumb lines ’till the end, you know that i’m thru it
thru with the bullsh-t, sick of all the errors
dumpin out full clips, bodies in my cellar
and that’s the one time…
and that’s the one time…
and that’s the one time…

- lakeshore hustlas

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