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letra de never heard the jazz? - sgrilla (nyc)

[intro]
baow baow
baow baow
baow, baow
baow, baow baow

[verse]
baow, and they know what’s up when they come to this side, n-gga, stop all the rumors
and the opps be talkin’ ’bout this get-back sh-t, n-gga, word to my dead, they ain’t doin’ it
like, and the first one to step in this block thinkin’ he too crazy, then we gotta loot ’em
like, i was gettin’ busy with the g3c and bro was gettin’ fl!cky with rugers
baow, n-ggas never heard the jazz
walk down the block, then you gotta come find out
like, i can merch on my dead, we spinnin’ through avenues tryna see where all the hideouts
like, i been hеarin’ my name in them songs, n-ggas nevеr did sh-t, what the f-ck i’ma lie ’bout
like, and the first n-gga reach for the gun, then he died by the gun—what the f-ck did he die ’bout?
like, n-ggas talkin’ so crazy in songs, n-gga, word to my dead, they ain’t crazy to me
like, and the blazer was throwin’ with trey, sh-t crazy ’cause he got a baby to feed
like, saw the makk had a mac in the bag, if he didn’t run fast had to pay him in feet
like, start spammin’ r2 when i get in my rhythm, i miss brodie, go for the re’
like, pop out the cut, he ain’t know it was me, we tryna send ’em to heaven
first drill we only threw ’bout eleven
the second time we was just flockin’ together
the gun too hot, cannot stay in the sweater
b-tch talkin’ cali, i only just met her
i know she the line, but i cannot let her
on bro [?], she cannot get the chance
like, flock him down, i don’t care if we mans
like, what the f-ck did he do for my mans
we was on bad blocks tryna throw mad shots, walkin’ for boogie, they know how we dance
like, i’m on court tryna make someone dance
like, any n-gga move wrong, hearin’ the gun sound, bro tryna up off the hand
we could’ve threw out the group but we needed a factor
word to my dead, hittin’ civilians is not the intention, we aimin’ for targets
still free all my starters for gettin’ the job done
we was just troopin’ through third, lookin’ for derek and not give a f-ck for the outcome
big gun, why the f-ck would i box him?
get in my way and n0body can stop it
talk on the dead, it’s the faster you droppin’
baow, and my ooters elite
bro said he tryna go spin for the week
we was on [?]
n-ggas never did sh-t when they ran into me
like, tryna box but he bigger than me?
like, what the f-ck, he ain’t bigger than me?
heard he ain’t bigger than g3c, if he duck in a building i’m throwin’ a beam
baow, let me spot me a rt
o-on bro, i’m f-ckin’ up the party
that b-tch tryna come over here, n-gga [?]
she reach for the gun then she up in a marley
mama, i told you i love you, i’m sorry
e-e-every trip i really felt your heartbeat
blowin’ the line, gotta send [?]
it’s the life that i live, sh-t is not for the— (dead)
[outro]
baow, baow baow
baow baow baow n-gga
baow baow

- sgrilla nyc

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