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letra de god$ don't bleed - westside gunn

[intro: b.e.n.n.y. the butcher]
ah
ayo i’m ready for whatever n-gg-
butcher, yeah, ok
yep, just like that
uh huh
griselda n-gg-
yo
uh

[verse 1: b.e.n.n.y. the butcher]
even the fbi said this war was violent
they labelled us young wild and homicidal
but hustlers treat my last sh-t like it’s some kind of bible
coz i drove with my last brick in a honda pirate
with some fathers, he never got his guidance
got in the game, and never got to get his input when i decided
it’s not surprising n-gg-s not as nice as griselda
and i’m as bright as my elders
off white at coach-lla
how you on parole with a curfew and some beef
don’t sh-t where you eat, the first rule of the streets
and depending what i’m paying, i could send em where you laying
body sn-tcher jumping out the renault with it in his hand
had to take a few trips just to kick it with my man
like ? give us when i’m playing, i guess i’m filling up the van
bring it back in bills but distribute it in grams
conversations in the cell, where most criminals advance
let’s back track, had my first daughter with my first wife
bought my first quarter caught my first stripe
said it by a n-gg- i served twice
he got picked up, then he b-tched up, like he was bout to serve life
i turn dope to dollars, how you explain that
straight facts, blood on the money when it got paid back
you know them hustlers who sling packs
i’m tying with them same cats in case i gotta get my name back
all them nights i had to pray for this, they gon pay for this
no mistaking it, got a safe with no more sp-ce in it
you put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pasting it
take belichick playbook and still won’t be the patriots
y’all shocked, i’m out your league by a long shot
my team gator city smoke like cigar shops, d-mn
they tryna get my man what saddam got
say my name and wake these n-gg-s up like alarm clocks

[verse 2: jadakiss]
n-gg-s run away and they hide, saying new york’s full (they hidin)
didn’t say his grace and he died his first forkful
n-gg- that ain’t got no pride is unlawful (uh huh)
things that he partakes in are done forceful
dudes that get down like that get done awful (awful)
pull his razor out on sight and come across you
adrenaline rush make him do it with no remorse too (uh)
you would do it too, but you know how much it would cost you (you know!)
i’m in the left lane tryna see how much that the porsche do (hah)
do a lot of thinking so you can say that i’m thoughtful (yeah)
we ain’t got a corkscrew f-ck it, just push the cork through (push it through)
yeah, then call everybody a gl-ss b-tch (everybody)
??? for everybody to stash it (get money)
the ??? mean everybody the blasted (blasted)
and fall back so everybody can p-ss
ask me, and i’mma tell you that everybody is trash (trash)
i rolled them backs, i sold them packs (uh huh)
started with the ???, never should have showed him smack (these)
made it through the hate, they couldn’t even hold him back (wire)
told him everything else, should have told him that (haha)
n-gg-s now ain’t even saying you did it, or they saw you (uh huh)
ain’t no more n-gg-s committed to the morals (uh huh)
they should get bullets, double digits in they orals
stay the f-ck out of these streets, they ain’t for you

[verse 3: westside gunn]
ayo, mac with the serial scratched (brrrrrr)
acne studio bucket hat stuffed with cracks
??? twelve lumberjacks
my city try confess the cherry caiman s’s (skrrrrrr)
four in the baby stretchers
supreme vest and leathers over baby hecklers
before they issue nickel, hit you close range (boom boom boom)
christ at the visory(?) ball crystals, press those off white
first over at the all bright, fiends knocking all night
n-gg-s like “who that right there,” they seen the porch (porsche?) lights
extendo hanging out the p-ssenger, it caused a m-ssacre (doo doo doo doo)
stick with the dump drum, black as africa
bullets raining stellar umbrellas, now they jealous
read the same book but didn’t understand the message
drop beamers ??? seats
the opps obsolete, chanel mask in the robbery
the feds eye on me, i pose the rose gold
drive bys i let the ??? (skrrrrrrr) still cop pika (?) by the boatload
i’m so appalled the c-ke never came back
must of goyard mozart, my shooter need a nose job (boom boom boom boom boom)
left his brains up on these new york, check the ???
the eiffel on the postcode, peace god
peace god

- westside gunn

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