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letra de fisk of fury - slik jack

hot temper! i like it!
putta mothaf-cka through the sheetrock, bang
whisper in the streets talk slang
we know where police all hang
f-ck the police was my jam when graffitiing in the dam
ran from the law man

when the pants sagged, pockets fulla gram bags
a bus pass — city sl!cker way before the mustache
crib was trashed, a one and a half
ground covered wit bottles, nut rags, and roach ash
once upon a time, i was a broke ass
change of events got me some sense and collected this cold cash
kingpin!
tommy guns busting out the baby-bluе lincoln
talking down ta me — what the f-ck werе you thinking?
make a big man start shrinking
opposite of hanks in that big fl!ck, grab the biscuit
if ya plan ain’t perfect don’t risk it
don’t suck the diamonds off my ring when you kiss it

putta mothaf-ka through the sheetrock, bang
whisper in the streets talk slang
we know where police all hang
f-ck the police was my jam when graffitiing in the dam
ran from the law man
they don’t understand, but they will
before there was swag, there was sk!ll
now show me all da gats and the cash if ya raps are really real
most of y’all spit trash for the mass appeal
i was under the impression my position was locked
got back in the kitchen to revisit what i forgot
what the f-ck was the plot? was it money or not?
right underneath my nose, right there, was hip-hop
that’s when i put the white coat and bic’d my head
called the clique, told’em “kingpin’s back in effect”
so even if a spider spin a web and thinks ahead
i’m too fly ta ever get, no matter how pressure get

putta mothaf-ka through the sheetrock, bang
whisper in the streets talk slang
we know where police all hang
f-ck the police was my jam when graffitiing the dam
ran from the law man

pimps, drug dealers and crooks — i run the books
underground crime city where the pigs’ll never look
straight like the rook, aiming for ya cross
passports like mugshots, can’t get across
origins of a boss, have you break the b-ttons on your rewind and pause
gunshots got you jumpin’ like david lee roth
and my clique got bl!cks like crazy heehas [?]
putta mothaf-ka through the sheetrock, bang
whisper in the streets talk slang
we know where police all hang
f-ck the police was my jam when graffitiing the dam
ran from the law man

- slik jack

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