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letra de d.r.e.a.m. - transplants

[hook]
drugs rule everything around me
fiend get the powder
drink another beer ya’ll

[verse 1]
i keep it underground, like showbiz and a.g
like necro, cut you like kid capri
they call me diablo let the gun smoke
like rakim say, kid i ain’t no joke
i think when i’m not city scapin this
if it’s a law kid, we be breakin’ it
2001 we making hits
so one for the treble
two for the b-ss
three for the nights that puts a lump in your face
the streets might said i could never do
catching motherf-cking bullets for the crew
i ride for my n-ggas, die for my n-ggas
catch a body and get high on my n-ggas
the b-tch back breaker rapping decapitant
diablo, eagles, mc eliminate
what up playa? mc slayer
k!ll you in your dreams, m-ffle your screams
put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend
reppin three letter which are d.m.s
spit fire and burn the hairs off your chest

[verse 2]
it’s mr. hard to get along with
you wanna write a song with
any given time you can catch me with a bomb b-tch
think you catch me slipping?
i think you better stop b-tch
i’ll slip like sugar shane and leave your motherf-cking wig split
step back before you get smacked, no running from it
you too, i’ll take you to school, you ain’t above it
i stay raw, hardcore, have you screaming “no more”?
bust you in the face, point and laugh while your blood pours

[verse 3]
mr. bigshot, latino gambino, rest in peace to my brother king gino
you can catch me on the west coast, with a fly–ss stripper tied to my bed-post
looking like alicia keys on her knees, l!cking the bag, just for a freeze
ya know it’s me baby caught you scr-pping like it’s nessesar
drinking, grab the c0ke, at the end of the bar
we thug-k!llers, ice grill-as, who already out like a pack of gorillas
you and your man get the fam, must be joking
must be the dust you be smoking
call you straight up cho cha i going to heavy metal smoke ya
stomp your -ss like a roach-a
playing like ya moms, hit ya with the chancleta, repa!
leading your man down to the coffin
trapped in a dazzel like christopher walken
now look who’s talking, set me off
they’re dumb like a f-ck with a cool-aid smile danny diablo, the devil’s child

la (rockin’)
the queens (keep rockin’)
transplants (rockin’)
diablo (keep rockin’)

[hook]

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