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letra de pictures - rambo (uk)

[verse 1: rambo]

this is a written blueprint so listen to this music
i’m a murderer slash cupid because i love the beat love the streets
and the street love me so that’s how its going be
i stay in the hood i’m not jon b
its rambo i got an army, i sell weed and i got it on me
on the block you can find me with a glock and its shiny
and i’m grimy i’ll put a bullet in your head
then one in your leg so you can drop dead this is thug life like pac said
i spit clips and talk lead pop pop drop dead
come to your door knock knock (gun shots) you sh-t talk
get hit with clip sparks or do a drive by with six darts
i don’t stop when the beef starts see me in the street and get robbed
people die when i’m p-ssed off i got missiles that will lift off
and put your body in a gift box, you can shoot back but you missed dog
i gotta about nine lives, nine nines, but if you rap i got nine rhymes
ayy yo i think i’m past my time, pictures

[hook: xeno]

these are photographic memories worth a thousand words
from the blocks to the broken curbs
smoke exhaled from the herbs, p-ssed on from me to you
i’m just me these are my memories
photographic memories worth a thousand words
from the blocks to the broken curbs
smoke exhaled from the herbs, p-ssed on from me to you
i’m just me these are my memories

[verse 2: xeno]

broken gl-sses in the hallway the life we live is crazy
babies making babies
these photographic memories of hard times plus the struggle
sh-t we been through strenuous thoughts and f-cked up issues
empty kleenex box on the floor full of tissue
i hit the ses just to get through
smile photogenic often respected by the next man
but haunted by my past, i walk the aves and hope to get up out the ghetto
switch lanes from the fast so i don’t hydroplane and crash
i lost my closest fam, the victim of the street life d-mn
my memories are forever sealed in a frame adjacent to my bed
ghetto king please visualize everything i said
a tear drop from the eye of sorrow
praying to the lord for the sight of tomorrow
what is it like when you can get smoked for a dollar that you borrowed
it’s a shame but these pictures in my brain
lead to my distant memories

[hook: xeno]

[verse 3: rambo]

crips and bloods, p-ssy, b-tches and thugs
spliffs and drugs
this is only half of rambo’s math the other half is bo’s staff
better known as bakdraff
yall don’t want to feel the backlash
i’m a blue collar with black cash, and stay in fatigues with a black mask
and stay in the streets with the black m-ss
so many pictures i write rhymes so many scriptures
i f-ck dimes, so many b-tches that its ridiculous
i’m on a mission
i ain’t got no beef stop riffing
and tell your girl stop b-tching
i’ll be over just listen
come here b-tch

- rambo uk

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