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letra de give 'em hell - plato iii

give ’em h-ll lyrics
[chorus: mickey matta]
do you choose to die or rot in a prison cell?
only few will live to tell
when they arrive, we wish them well
but if they want fire, we give ‘em h-ll

[verse 1: plato iii]
when the block is hot, the cool kids sweat they ass off
summertime i was barefooted on the asphalt
southwest and catclaw, running into buildings
where i’m from only way of making millions is a scratch-off
my n-ggas penny-pinching
if they catch a case on the paper chase
sh-t, i don’t see em any different
nah, they just reacting to thе tension
when the hеat hit the street, the whole city is a kitchen

[verse 2: merk)]
flame out the glock
it claim bodies like a coroner
she saying all i talk about is paper and that i’m boring her
my gang partner smoke’ya the pump off in your cornea
his main broad a local, the jump off is a foreigner
i’m riding like life ain’t nothing but pistols, b-tches and hindsight
4way seventh street holding the pen, still don’t know what i’d write
if i could do it over again still do just what i like
last kingdom aethel big k!lla death proof bow!
[chorus: mickey matta]
do you choose to die or rot in a prison cell?
only few will live to tell
when they arrive, we wish them well
but if they want fire, we give ‘em h-ll

[verse 3: moneym!ll$]
kick back relax and let the paint drip
nikes on my feet, i gotta stay crisp
9 double m it’s slim i always stay with
whole team can push out pounds, we like to stay fit
stay there, don’t come close we’ll close case you
leave no cases get smoked in rotation
so dangerous, hold up this hoe banging
and really i just wanna know what the h-ll y’all was thinking

[verse 4: blasé]
trying to make a lot and turn it into a lot more
when they gon’ learn, we ain’t playing with these folks
b-tch, i’m a problem, you a godd-mn joke
they gonna run it back like it’s crack what i wrote
swear that these raps hit the back of your nose
swear that this nine ain’t gon miss when it blow
i’m back in this hoe, i know they wish i was still gone
they just mad that i wouldn’t put them on, but you know huh?
[chorus: mickey matta]
do you choose to die or rot in a prison cell?
only few will live to tell
when they arrive, we wish them well
but if they want fire, we give ‘em h-ll

[outro: merk]
wild wild west where the sh-t get crazy
4 way made me
4 bar baby

- plato iii

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