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letra de lifted - mr. lucci

f/ mr. pookie

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[mr. lucci]
see recongize my n-gg-z we pullin triggas & knockin em off
when a n-gg- talkin the south
44’s steady droppin em off
we makin sho that we aint takin no loss
and for them n-gg-z who keep on comin across
they cant fade wit a n-gg- i pause
the -ss and leg arm and head
i rush a n-gg- like a swarm of fed pencil whoopin til my palms is red
place bombs in beds the b-tch n-gg-z who gone be scared
f-ck the dumb sh-t i’m gone numb sh-t
in some red rum sh-t
wit my crook n-gg-z
all these n-gg-z talkin nonsense while my drum click is unconcious
for now own many functions
when i get the punchin stopmin wigsplit slug hittin
in a rythum i aint spittin and i aint quittin betta get the gettin
cuz i aint kiddin
im heatin like a mitten in every thing i’m dealin
im sendin a message to hoes everytime the hoes come you get it crooked
you f-ckin with a crook who be off the hook
and i dont believe you dont wanna watch me cook
now gone take a look and freeze
yeah i’m the n-gg- that cheese
all up on the streets
where you be i be in a matter of three lookin for beef
blazin a b while i’m holdin my peeps
you betta call the priest
that i done siezed the lease
99 percent of each head n-gg- i reach
when i sweep my d deep
knockin out teeth
for releasing the beat
now gone keep me off the leash
i make everybody say please including the police
i dropped my hinnisee you find it up on the beach
been gone for four weeks dont wake him up he sleep
another mystery performed by lucci

chorus 2x:
n-gg- we stay lifted
all yal n-gg-z in the b-tch betta run from us
n-gg- we stay twisted
all yal n-gg-z in the b-tch wit them guns that bust
you n-gg- cant hold us
all yal n-gg-z in the b-tch betta duck and hide
crook n-gg-z throw bouldas
all yal n-gg-z in the b-tch who love to ride

[mr. pookie]
this goes out to all my hoes knockin down doors
n-gg- tried to fade a crook came up short
playa let that be a lesson to you and a blessin to you
don’t you ever try that sh-t no mo
and restrain your ho because i refused the b-tch
you betta come again and i’m gone smooth the tip
guess you n-gg- gotta get used to this
comin around finna smother you n-gg-z
like a fat bam boos ya b-tch you all new to this
now tell me what the h-ll was the front for
matta fact i dont give a got d-mn f-ck you
and the punk -ss label that you out for
you n-gg- never get a rap quote
less known tryin test your minds with a crook playa right here
test to find we the greatest out here
close your mind we buckin n-gg-z in the ear
playa we stay lifted leavin you n-gg- this
and tryin to match a sound with us
crook playas stay twisted laughin at n-gg-z
while blazin pounds of that purple stuff
they cant perb enuff? and we bout to bust
and let loose like a angry nut
so what you claim what i be the n-gg-
with the banging touch see yall n-gg-
cant hang with us in such a waitin
i make a n-gg- lay it down with a bolda spray
got em duckin and dodgin tryin to find their way
and the rest of you n-gg-z be duckin the kay
aint no up in my face yal know i take offense to talk
yal know you really p-ssin me off
you think youre big and all
but ur mind full of?

chorus 2x

yal betta leave em alone
before i get up in your dome and leave a motha f-cka dead
hit em with the touch of death
and make a motha f-cka loose their breath
now im gone in the wind work a d-mn 635
with my hand on the 45 pistol wood b-mpin in the back smoke another sack
as i’m ready to attack with a hand grenade and try to blow out your back
yall n-gg-z cant f-ck with us we the ones
who is dangerous we the ones with the platinum touch
we the n-gg-z who aint scared to bust
so when the stones get set label us victorious
when i run up on your block yal n-gg-z betta run
death and destruction bustin with the gun
play stone crook till the world blew up dont give a f-ck
if you want some come get some
i’m gone shoot til i kill ride til i die smoke another blunt cuz
i gotta get high beat a n-gg- down in the parkin lot
we too p-ss th glock before they call the cops
from the ones that will make you hot
from the bottom to the top put your body in a phase
from a crooked -ss n-gg- who aint scared to bust
and put a bullet in your got d-mn face
i’m gone burn the place u gone get the gasoline
burn everything into smitherines
cuz i gotta get away with the pistol play and your hoes
better hope i dont come you way i’m gonebash the place
retalliated with a mind disgrace
step if you dont wanna die take another look
because you might get shook if you aint ready to bust

chorus 2x

- mr lucci

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