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letra de choke - nipsey hussle

[intro: jules winnfield]
and you will know i am the lord, when i lay my vengeance upon you. i been saying that sh-t for years, and if you heard it that meant yo -ss. i never gave much thought to what it meant i just thought it was some cold blooded sh-t to say to a m-th-f-cka before i popped a cap in his -ss. i saw some sh-t this morning made me think twice. see now i’m thinking, maybe it means you’re the evil man, and i’m the righteous man. and mr. 9mm here is the shepard protecting my righteous -ss in the valley of darkness

[hook: young thug]
nipsey, smoke that lil b-tch
take the cuban link off and choke that lil b-tch
i’mma gon’ expose that lil b-tch
if you didn’t know it n-gga, now you know that lil b-tch, hey!
you’s a c-cka roach -ss lil b-tch
i’mma take your head off and roll it, no rollin’ b-tch, hey!
big b’s on report card, right beside me is a whole lotta c’s lord

[hook 2: nipsey hussle + rich homie quan]
now you know, now you know
black loccs, neck gold
now you know, now you know
rich bangers, death row
now you know, now you know
keep hammers, pockets bulge
now you know, now you know
yea, yea
now you know, now you know
lil n-gga, step off
now you know, now you know
fake bangers, just pose
now you know, now you know
us n-ggas, sn-tch souls

[verse 1: young thug + nipsey hu$$le]
hold it, i’ll eat you like a krystal
all my jewelry showin’ loud like a whistle
hold it, know some bodies on my pistol
woah, don’t push me cause i’m a k!ller
thug, gon’ and smoke that lil b-tch
take the ruby robe off and choke that lil b-tch
you shoulda known, no approaching this clique
got the damu riders and the locs in this b-tch
don’t spit out my baby, all my whips the latest
i know i’m the greatest, sorry but i’m taken
and my living room floor plan sp-cious
n-ggas better stop playin’, get to busting at they faces
i’ll turn your goons into pieces and sell ’em overseas and
i ain’t gonna tease her, sit on it like a bleacher
send ’em to my haitians in miami, they gone heat ’em
or i might send ’em to my crips, let them defeat ’em
shout out my n-ggas banging at the four seasons
that good drank got a skinny n-gga eatin’
i gotta live, i could name 100 reasons, that i’m squeezin’

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
thought i was playin’, i had to show that lil b-tch
i f-cked her three times but i ain’t know that lil b-tch
went platinum a couple times now it’s gold on my wrist
probation tryna drug test me, i can’t hold my p-ss
they claim that i owe the money, i don’t know that n-gga
we throwin’ up gang signs, no zodiac n-gga
been locked up like three times, i can’t go back n-gga
got these b-tches watching me like a kodak picture but
what am i to do when it feel like the walls are closing in, on me?
time is ticking, got the frank on my wrist, i ain’t talking about ski
i know these n-ggas talk about me
be the same n-gga who be walking ’round me
i tell a broke n-gga “talk is cheap”
thugga thugga wit’ me, can’t forget about

- nipsey hussle

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