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letra de society hill - tommy hill (ram squad)

[freeway]
society hill in this mother f-cka
young roc-a-fella, north philly in
south philly in, west philly in
free fill em in

[chorus – freeway]
now if you down with street n-ggas n-gga
(thats that sh-t!)
and you run with weight holders homie
(thats that sh-t!)
now if you down with street n-ggas
and you run with weight holders
and you tryin to eat come to society hill!
now if you down with street b-tches b-tches
(thats that sh-t!)
and you run with work holders hunnie
(thats that sh-t!)
now if you down with street b-tches
and you run with work holders
and you tryin to eat come to society hill!

[verse 1 – tommy]
a’yo i do this for my criminal mind
street mind rhyme n-ggas
jewels to blind
all cops y’all stop weed, cop k!llers
all day, gun play, every mother f-ckin way bullets sway
.45’s, four nines, four at a time
forty ways to spit my m-th-r f-ckin rhymes
one of a kind, f-ck what you heard
i’m swervin off the curb
since wally was kick them birds
now after midnight, yeah thats that sh-t
i hustle for my cash and i rap for the f-ck of it
ride until the gas low
shoot one out the m-ss yo
i’m the mother f-ckin young fidel castro
so um spread the news
p-ss the guns and move
i come in twos
i’m buyin out bars and booze
are you scared? i ain’t scared i was born to lose
i hit you wit some sh-t take you outta your shoes

[chorus]

[verse 2 – tommy]
yo this for my vacant lot n-ggas
my saint lunatics
my bad country b-tches in memphis who love to suck this d-ck
me and my n-ggas in the east coast
f-ck west coast weed, sour dough green
gang homies call me padre
i get my prize the hard way, richard allen mob way
you can say i get my sh-t the god way
six hundred dre way, every day all day
tommy b-tters like eighty eight money money
but he kept goin like the energizer bunny
mad n-ggas done took hits from me
took beats from me but you can’t take the streets from me
i’m from your block and you still don’t love me
still wanna k!ll me, still wanna slug me
me and bank gotta still run this company
keep n-ggas bleedin like women on they monthly

[chorus]

[verse 3 – freeway]
that sh-t you heard ain’t do me justice
got a death wish
the sh-t i pack put wholes through your lexus
got a tek clip, respect it
the turnpike bully, earn strikes move yay
through your turnpike early, all night all day
no way would you catch me with my guard down and my feet up
n-gga i’m vest down and my heat up, expect it!
me and hill, wreckless, north philly dons
still drop bombs after the bomb
we still flame at after the plane crash
my name last after i’m gone
used to pack ish tracks no ad libs
move wax, count stacks when i’m gone
try to touch mine, sn-tch kids, dawg the fact is
i dump quicker than any gun spitter
or any n-gga thats tryin to bust they gat because my guns quicker
its the roc n-ggas, and i rock n-ggas
its the roc b-tches, and i got b-tches

[chorus]

- tommy hill ram squad

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