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letra de big 44 - siraq (727)

[intro: sr]
shout all the real n-ggas
you man can’t beef me, you man are be babies
you man can’t keep up to the score
swavey
r.i.p ts, free the real n-ggas
you already know who it is
free all the paigons, man i want smoke
it’s foreign kash baby
you already know
man are babies, swear on my mothers

[hook: sr]
big .44 and it barks (bow-bow)
i got a dot-dot and i’m on what i’m on so let me stop [?] (come on)
n-ggas don’t know ’bout smoke, run man down on my own (and again)
back out the skeng on violence, n-ggas don’t know ’bout poles
hit my man from an angle, n-ggas them know how i roll (ugh ugh)
stabface madder than mad, i’ll show man who’s badder than bad (ugh)
big .44 and it barks (bow)
i got a dot-dot and i’m on what i’m on so let me stop [?]
n-ggas don’t know ’bout smoke, run man down on my own (and again)
back out the skeng on violence, n-ggas don’t know ’bout poles
hit my man from an anglе, n-ggas them know how i roll (come on)
stabface maddеr than mad, i’ll show man who’s badder than bad
[verse 1: bandit]
show man badder than bad
talk is cheap, i walk with heat, man know i had to slap it and dash
gang know how to pull up and crash
make your’ whole block scatter, i got corn for a rapper
they don’t really do what they rap
sr put 2 in the wap (stabber)
st, sface broski too sav’
jet-li, kung fu, kick-back, too mad
like ayy, i’m a bandit (bandit)
sface’s a top scorer too this year can’t tell me ’bout splashings, it’s tragic
from road to jail i’ve stayed on badness (they know)
way too active, and if bro wave that mash don’t ask if he whacked it
young g-s on splashings, free lil mikes and ramz that’s way too savage
but wait, they runners
we aim, they run off
then talk on the net ’bout smoke
them boy never lurk with poles
7 up i got my weapon tucked and i keep that sh-t on the low
straight mulla muj, skeng go du-du-du and they know

[verse 3: sr]
you can bang your’ mash, but when i bang my mash you’re dead (dead, dead)
n-ggas don’t know ’bout beef, cah’ n-ggas don’t have no bread (no dough)
them n-ggas they know ’bout me cuz’ i really trynna’ leave a man dead (let’s go)
.44 long, lean out the window, hit him in his head (bow-bow)
n-ggas don’t know ’bout lead (no)
6 in the spin’, crash up a big man’s head (boom-boom)
n-ggas don’t know ’bout hammers (no)
n-ggas just rab about hammers (liars)
but n-ggas don’t have no blammers (liars)
cah’ n-ggas ain’t on no whackin’ (ugh)
n-ggas all just on lackin’ (ugh)
cuz’ most of your’ n-ggas ‘been whacked in (and again, and again)
anybody screamin’ “ts pack”, man gotta’ rasclart whack him (bow-bow)
2 in the dotty, show little n-gga ’bout camping (bow)
“please no stabface, i ain’t on ramping”
run a man down and shank him (run him)
all of my n-ggas on clappin’
do it like 30 when i shank him (ugh)
the bells are long, the bells are strong
n-gga best know i ain’t rampin’ (no ramping)
cheff cheff with a rambo
should’ve seen the way it went in and out (splash)
[hook: sr]
big .44 and it barks (bow-bow)
i got a dot-dot and i’m on what i’m on so let me stop [?] (come on)
n-ggas don’t know ’bout smoke, run man down on my own (and again)
back out the skeng on violence, n-ggas don’t know ’bout poles
hit my man from an angle, n-ggas them know how i roll (ugh)
stabface madder than mad, i’ll show man who’s badder than bad (ugh)

it’s foreign kash baby

- siraq 727

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