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letra de menace 2 society - saliva grey & 99zed

[intro: sample]
this display of vandalism is just a small fraction of the problem with gangs and rituals. police say they play a role in every crime ranging from drugs to armed robberies; tonight, an exclusive report on gang activity

[verse 1: saliva grey]
grey is out to f-ck ’em
and is lurking out by hiding
b-tch you seepin’
leave you p-ssy bleeding out like i was indecent
this summer i’m gon’ push a pack across a never reach area
i been making bread and serving red just like a pita
jugging walk around the city fiendin’ for the needle
and the gang will take your soul out for cheddar i’m a reaper

oh no
wanna go back what i wanna go back
i don’t wanna pop another flow sac
always spend the days and the weeks on the grind tryna eat, nah f-ck that
you’re at me wanna combat ugh
still so sad i’m a scumbag uh
push another sack and pockets looking fatter
now i’m looking like the motherf-cker kodak ugh

i don’t love, i just fail, yeah
roll a blunt, for the head, what
left right down to the boulevard, loud
dirty soda and my dutch
guns hanging out my mount
i got frowns on my frowns
i got pounds and these sounds
and i murder p-ssy, feed that b-tch d-ck up in the pound yeah
leave ’em up inside the chamber, let ’em out eventually
their crew goin’ face down, put the gold up on the griller
i put ’em in a slow cooker, feed up on the energy
then eat a bozo, no all these rappers got their eyes on me
[verse 2: 99zed]
serving out the rocks to the college kids i’m taxing it
i been jugging and finessing while i’m counting up these racks b-tch
f-ck a gram, sell ’cause we smoking out the pack b-tch
so get up out my face when you talking all that wack sh-t
my bank account on empty i ain’t buying sh-t
and saliva got that perc he be supplying it
i’m a jiggy motherf-cker no denying it
when i get a phone call i get to riding b-tch
yeah we getting real sloppy feel like rocky when i’m swinging ugh
keep my circle tight, we ride or die f-ck who you bringing ugh
shawty do the split up on my d-ck she getting freaky
but i put the chrome right to your dome if these p-ssies dissing me
river-city style, cruising with a black out mal
187 running sh-t like it’s the f-cking mile
and my lungs are dead from the cigarettes
and your mans is dead ’cause we keep the tec
and my tans is pressed ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
i’m a dead man walking with my hoodie up
and i never make a deal unless its with the devil
and my eyes are really low when the smoke starts to settle ugh

- saliva grey 99zed

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