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letra de the opera - ouija macc & trizz

[verse 1: trizz]
yeah, i’m sitting in the corner while she playing on the violin
forgive me for my sins i know i’m wrong i never pretend (n-gga)
i’m a n-gga in this b-tch ain’t got no chance to win
i’m thirty years young but i’m him my chances are slim (straight up!)
it get grim but i’m him i take it on the chin you see it in my grin it look like i’ll be your friend
i hustle through these hymns i’m grinding gettin’ it in and these shoes is too big for you to fill some you ain’t fitting in (n-gga)
came along way since murder death k!ll since lynch gave me a deal would’ve put me up on the hill (yeah)
he taught me how to k!ll and how to go get the skrill
i pulled up to his house he had a human on the grill
this sh-t can get real n-ggas end up getting k!lled (yeah) over hundred dollar bills i’m serious man forreal
i’m doing all these drugs because i like the way it feel and it make me feel numb i don’t give a f-ck man i chill, n-gga
the man game where your cap can get peeled n-gga
point a gun at you and make you swallow these pills n-gga
if it’s a problem the homies will come and deal with it (ooh!)
you can try to hide but trust me n-gga we’ll still get you

[verse 2: ouija macc]
ain’t sh-t never been sh-t stumbled out the trailer park with a biscuit and ever since i been lit
slide with og’s and never been up in a transcript
been up in a trans b-tch though and now her man p-ssed (hahaha!)
ooh, pop a n-z- with the shotty paparazzi got a picture of me walking with a thotty
ugly juggalo-di really on my lodi dodi lotta griznit talkin’ my shiznit that’s why you saw me

[verse 3: brotha lynch hung]
i used to watch mtv thinkin’, (oh) yeah i could do that
grab the microphone and make another rapper blue black
somebody told me go mainstream but i can’t do that
i’m underground where the bodies is at – oh did i do that?
made gang, baby ripgut better known as trizz my n-gga know what it is and he always handle his biz went from a little kid in movies to running the ie now
now he’s all over the world giving ’em that five piece
me? i’m just chillin’ drop a album when i want to
in your dreams it’ll haunt you hit a n-gga with the 1-2 gauge two days later they’ll find your guts in the pavement
body all over the bas-m-nt and n0body better say sh-t
i touch a n-gga like a love song partner
you don’t get the metaphor, yeah that means i’ll pop ya
not your average savage all i need is the package
n-gga this cast off of me getting (?)
[outro: ouija macc]
give me the go ahead and then i’m going bat sh-t
following brotha lynch so i’m just walking to my casket
little boy blue with
icp signed me cause n0body else could match it (ooh!)
(ooh) backstabbers and whack rappers couldn’t get them a verse and they mad cause they don’t matter (b-tch)
you step to trizz and bet your tits you get shattered
and if you do leave it’s with a hatchet in your bladder

- ouija macc trizz

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