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letra de i mean i mean - rock (heltah skeltah)

[verse 1]
never know where it’s coming from
slug’ll come from your brother gun
cain and abel i’ll ghost you with a tommygun
flame and (?) ’til you roasted ain’t no time to run
but it’s kinda fun
seeing your bird ass rotisserie rolling on the floor cause you foul as f-ck
call the homies round ’em up and ride out with guns and the soundtrack of your man death playing loud as f-ck
like hey, we ’bout to ride tonight, somebody gotta die tonight
rockabye from new york but the rockets fly
you take what’s mine, f-ck a copyright
it’s chum hunt season n-ggas done reasoning, being the bigger man
knowing we heathens it’s cheese involved, cream, and y’all n-ggas know we ain’t vegan
we beefin’, i am the light, cl!ck, it’s on when you see me

[hook]
n-ggas getting too big for their britches
you ain’t never too big for them stitches
you ain’t never too big for them ditches
burning them bridges get ’em hit with them bl!ckers in front of witnesses like
don’t be standing on them corners, don’t be standing on them blocks
ain’t no warning shots, no warm ups
the warnings when we warmed your man, you call cops

[verse 2]
n-ggas be talking that bro code
“yo bro, bro bro, we go way back, hit me up bro.”
no
cain and abel i’ll ghost you with a tommygun
cain is able to ghost you with tommy’s gun
watch it dump, johnny pump, fire and the hydrant same time you wet and hot as f-ck
your vest? not enough, promise ya, prop it up and put a hole in your hat the size of a hockey puck
i am a m-m-m-m-m-monster, tie you up, body ya, quick and them i’m gone, yup
right to your disciples crib, n-ggas’ll get squashed, slumped, annihilated entirely, this is how you conquer
n-ggas getting too big for they britches
thinking they gon’ beat ’em with staples i’mma send em the clippers
forgive and forget ’em, i mean give ’em four to forget ’em
the definition of the difference between beef and war, n-gga
[hook]
n-ggas getting too big for their britches
you ain’t never too big for them stitches
you ain’t never too big for them ditches
burning them bridges get ’em hit with them bl!ckers in front of witnesses like
don’t be standing on them corners, don’t be standing on them blocks
ain’t no warning shots, no warm ups
the warnings when we warmed your man, you call cops

- rock heltah skeltah

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