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letra de like whateva - sin

[verse 1]
whether its a hundred bars or a million record sold
and a stubble wreck control, metaph0r-s
each and every episode
blast like the semi go
from beatbox to the stereo
i detach your hypeman scenario
i spit like a four pound, when outta town
chasin styles, in my hood i roam, my touchdown
profound is how this n-ggas livin’
i hit ya man up, split his back like a dutch
so there’s nothing left to give ’em
n-ggas sold me false dreams
so that’s why i rap with no shame
and do my thing, spittin my pain
hit up your brain with a dose of my slang
hold my ground firm, burn your team till they see the edge of my name
crab n-ggas in the wrong place at the wrong time
about face, get greeted with plenty baby 9s
my time is hard already
no need to play that role tho
i only do that dirt to add a verse a type off flow yo
how you gonna protest real
if you approach near
my att-tude is either k!ll or be k!lled
know the deal when i’m working like drills, keepin it ill
if you snitch, i’m the n-gga who be keepin the mills
clockin them bills
pesos, if you say so
whoever want it i give it
i’m not afraid to live it

(live it, live it, live it, live it…)

[chorus]
ayo i step on the scene like what, we got a problem
break beef with n-ggas like whatever if they want it
them n-ggas flaunted
but i’m above and beyond it
i spread peace and love
the thugs heavily armored

i step on the scene like what, we got a problem
break beef with n-ggas like whatever if they want it
them n-ggas flaunted
but i’m above and beyond it
to all my fallen soldiers
your name is still honored

[verse 2]
in my lifetime i combine crime with my knowledge
my brain is f-cked up but its a must i keep it polished
uncut and raw, ride in a storm
inside a noisy dorm i’m born
a gift to my moms
19 years later got known for a war
from a 100 miles away i spotted landing the sh0r-
makes me proud to represent my zone and my home
when i’m sleep on a creep we be settin a chrome
but it’s just a dream
and reality ain’t over the scene
this rap game can turn max to fiends
i ain’t bullsh-ttin’
in the concrete stone its written
nothing is promised, everything’s forbidden
you n-ggas stay hidden like a trapped soldier
prisoner of war should’ve listened when your mother told ya
its on, it ain’t gonna stop when it’s gone
g calm l1ckin shots from the dusk till the dawn
got n-ggas in the hood that’ll die to get on
when a stage show tighter than a words to a bond
catch me fading a mixer, spitting my scripture
my words get around like weed without the mixture
pure genghis, i keep work around the manger
nowadays you get like ??????????
a hard time distinguishing the right form the wrong
writing a song, hope in this life i get on
and prayin’ to god, bless the main streets that i walk on
just in case the feds want to tap the phones i talk on
catch you in the morgue, have you speakin’ in codes
i have a scar from my neck and beard
days of my knows
so don’t make moves till i give you the go
and if i don’t say so just remain on the low
cause we got a lot of paper to grow
and by no means am i gettin’ old
so prepare for the flow
that’s how it goes

[verse 3]
in the limelight i shine like a murder in eyes
in my mind when i rhyme its like i’m battling 9s
i hold this mic high, aiming like i want you to die
razors cutting through my jeans leaving marks on my thigh
suicide if you f-ckin’ with i
fake n-ggas pop sh-t but first ones who fry i divide
bunch of n-ggas with a blink of an eye
walkin’ by, seeing you givin’ me a glance but i give you a 5
its never playtime, whether its recorded or live
gotta keep a clear head and prepare for the dive
ayo lurchin in the mind of man who’s 19
who likes paper that’s green, livin’ the scary dream
the foundation of youth is running out slowly
but i’mma be the one that hold it down is what they told me
i’m tryna get priorities right
so that means i gotta tell my n-gga don’t commit that murder at night
in the big ap, every motherf-cker want a slice
the buck .50 is the price, goin’ once or twice
and its sold to that millionaire rockin’ the ice
its a cold world but still i’m doin alright
in the back pages of my rap book i swear
i’mma be here till i got a pay for my heir
sinister child, formerly nap extraordinaire
i clap for ordenere
you’re restricted over here

[chorus]
ayo i step on the scene like what, we gota problem
break beef with n-ggas like whatever if they want it
them n-ggas flaunted
but i’m above and beyond it
i spread peace and love
the thugs heavily armored

- sin

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