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letra de rabz expolsion - rabz

rabz expolsion

[chorus – rabz]
as times go by, i twist a lot
f-ck with me and my n-gg-s, somebody gonna die
you think i’m all poinry, cause you see me gettin’ high
but my knife, i’ll have yo -ss seein’ out one eye

as times go by, i twist a lot
f-ck with me and my n-gg-s, somebody gonna die
you think i’m all poinry, cause you see me gettin’ high (yeah)
but my knife, i’ll have yo -ss seein’ out one eye

[verse 1 – rabz]
740 i, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
got me p-ssin’ on hoes like the r. kelly tape
if you see me in the club, nothin’ but cris poppin’ (yeah)
see me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin’ (woo)
tryin’ to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
or 1 to 3, for an extra g
rip to etho, i miss hevo
when i die, i hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
picture me trick, and take a loss
i’m cheap like the chinese man with duck sauce
this tony homey, i walk around with a big chrome
9 l’s will hit ya p-ssenger, hit ya driver
g-unit, you don’t know a f-ckin’ clique liver
(you heard my n-gg-, you don’t know a f-ckin’ clique liver)

[chorus]
as times go by, i twist a lot
f-ck with me and my n-gg-s, somebody gonna die (yeah)
you think i’m all poinry, cause you see me gettin’ high (uh huh)
but my knife, i’ll have yo -ss seein’ out one eye (eye)

as times go by, i twist a lot
f-ck with me and my n-gg-s, somebody gonna die
you think i’m all poinry, cause you see me gettin’ high
but my knife, i’ll have yo -ss seein’ out one eye

[verse 2 – rabz]
i never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
these chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
i pull the graveyard shift, gettin’ money non-stop (uh huh)
and been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c’mon)
250 grizzies, scr-pe the plate (scr-pe that plate)
got me on 750’s straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
you can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
i do you dirty like raheem did dirty is “juice” (juice)
allow myself, to introduce myself
this is rabz, the talk of new york, i’m holdin’ the belt
i got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
and wrote my first verse, takin’ baths in the sink (yeah)
and yo i fear no man son, i never heard of a fair one
never gotta borrow a handgun
n-gg-s on the street, gettin’ smoked like bran son
so i stay dirty like “sanford and son” (yeah)
groupies gossipin’ stay runnin’ their lips (woo)
cause they seen the gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
and seen the fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
sh-t, i sell bricks, sh-t, i sell sh-t on a stick (stick)
enough of the talkin’, let’s take it to the valance (uh huh)
the new york streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
don’t be surprised, if i spit at you
then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
our bread is goin’ towards a brick of dope
cause i’ve been goin’ hand and hand since “different strokes”
i’m a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
you the n-gg- in the mirror that practice stunts
what!

- rabz

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