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letra de [sd] plugged in freestyle - sd (harlem spartans)

[intro]
it’s sd, double s
plugged in with fumez, it’s still outside (grr)
(ay, mani, what’s up with this one?)
kuku, free the guys man, free everyone
still on the o, outside (bap, bap)
free mac, you know we’re live, man
you know we’re live, man

[verse]
they don’t know who was on that dinger
was it ski who pulled that trigger? (grr)
i don’t know, all i know
shoulda emptied the clip on my man’s sister
swing my chinger, or shoot like lingard
my right hand stronger than my index finger
opp thots chattin’, they’re way too inner
lol, bare go cry me a river
on this block for the thousandth time
i’m dishing out bells, not a section 5
i shot —-, got knifed
don’t like me, now, you know the reason why
even this plugged in, i got it on ice
or give me a reason to close one eye
30 plus and i’m broke like —-
i pray someone please take my life
we’re relentless members, spartan veterans
repercussions and vengeance
he didn’t back his bredrin, bro took —-
even he knew it was pending
free bmb, my roller rollin’
give him a ring no wedding
i think about mac when i slap this dots
it sounds like the end of eastenders
block parties, you know we’re attending
od in the back, he’s the one who’s sh-llin’
and we took —-, we taught him a lesson
couldn’t go home, call it detention
stepped in the room, —- showed off his weapon
shh got christened, it weren’t that blessed him
—- got —-, he was sh-t at fencing
i’m sorry not sorry for those i offended
someone go get me a —-
two dead, three dead
i ain’t your average person
them actions gotta take no further
shiesty season, you know the meaning
all of my sgs cleaning (clean up)
we took that risk, didn’t even see it
cool for some boxes and thieved it (ha)
slimed out him and him and him
now, we’re on bond street, i’ma goin’ on lv
sh-t, i remember them days in the bailey
they said that we rid and shot bally
allegedly, bally got bun, and they thought it was me
but he held two shots on streets
they want me to d-i-e so kiki, are you gonna ride with me?
armed feds in the airport screaming “don’t move!”
i’m screaming “don’t shoot!”
you were playing i spy then we found one guy
so you know he got plugged in like fumez
on the net, he was way too rude
when we linked him, his heart dropped to his shoes
ran back to the car, on the left is loose
he said “don’t cover me in my man’s goo”
sunny day, let it rain any weather
double o, why do you think he’s better?
it weren’t for the net when we got down —-
he was screaming “allow me,” he couldn’t even get up
fed up, —- two times he’s stretched up
and chest opened up like a letter
shout pb, scores close range headers
f-ck what you heard, you know my section
the amount of blood i’ve seen is horrendous
you really think i’m scared of injections? (uh)
autos, dot-dots, numerous selections
drill and drill ’til they’re trending
wokhouse plug, what block you defending?
crash if you got any connection
run up in cells and set it
vellz caught eight and ds caught seven (crash)
[outro]
fumez the engineer

- sd harlem spartans

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