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letra de doomz day - stomper

[intro: gran torino movie scene]
ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while
you shouldn’t have f-cked with?
-spits on the ground-
that’s me

[verse 1: stomper]
i don’t wanna die
but i’m livin’ on the edge
i guess i got a couple screws loose up in my head
paranoid of death
so i got my -ss a gat
now i never leave the pad
without my m-th-f-cking strap
city full of enemies
i’m deep up in the game
i learned to hold my own
so i hustle & i slang
at a tender young age
i got jumped into a gang
the hood’s where it’s good
so the hood’s what i bang
ain’t no pity in the city
and every hood’s the same
gotta watch out for them snakes
monkey wrenches in the game
these m-th-f-cken feds
wanna dirty up my name
the sh-t so insane
but the hood will never change
it don’t matter what you claim
so you can save the drama
cause out here on the streets
beef get settled with the llama
my att-tude’s f-ck it
it’s time to clock some duckets
riding low in the bucket
slanging sacks to the cluckers

[chorus: stomper]
day of the dead
skulls hang from the mic stand
palm of my hand
predict your life span
a nine in hand
sh-t i can’t withstand
i bust handcuffed with i.d. wristband
day of the dead
skulls hang from the mic stand
palm of my hand
predict your life span
a nine in hand
sh-t i can’t withstand
i bust handcuffed with i.d. wristband

[verse 2: stomper]
m-th-f-ckas know me on the block
cause i’m serving
you can catch me at the spot
where it’s hot
i keep it burnin’
matter of fact
that’s for certain
i’m rising to the top
gotta come up kinda quick
overlooks
stack a knot
ain’t no mercy for the weak
ain’t no love for a cop
all you playa hating cowards
you best to shake the spot
cl1ck cl1ck bang
rat-a-tat-tat-pop
there’s a price on your head
if you m-th-f-ckas talk
this sh-t don’t stop
this sh-t gets even thicker
came to see
i keep my finger on the trigger
i didn’t wanna spill em
but i had to lay em down
hollow tip – to the ground
now he’s six feet in the ground
and it might sound f-cked
but thats the way it is
trigger squeeze – bodies freeze
m-th-f-ckas handle biz
and that’s the way we live
you gots to watch your back
m-th-f-ckas know i’m strapped
gotta bust a cap

[verse 3: stomper]
day of the dead
ghosts hang from the mic stand
palm of my hand
protect your life span
a nine in hand
sh-t i can’t withstand
a bust hand comes with i.d. wristbands
another madman raised by the street gang
now i’m in too deep i can’t sleep man
everybody k!lling every f-cking weekend
the balas spittin’
leaving bodies leakin’
i spit them street rhymes
living on the street grind
they bring me toxic
i’m gnostic with a street mind
sentimental
guns & drugs is fundamental
don’t f-ck around
kast & fame on the instrumental
handle business kinda vicious
trying to stack my riches
naw i ain’t tripping on them b-tches
cause they all suspicious
it’s 2012
they say we living in a new day
my mayan heart
is telling me it’s doomz day

- stomper

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