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letra de iratus - vasko v

woke up around 1, surprised by my hand on my gun
a clip next to me, ready to be gone why did i do what i’ve done
kicking up dust just to end up with them going on the run
can’t even go to school without keeping my face out the light of the sun
and sh-t ain’t done, we all got shanks but still what if they got a gun
but if they come they can come ask for it, what the f would they blast for
come get what you asked for, a thing you get yo ass beat for
you talked sh-t now you don’t speak no more, you get something for sh-t wh0re
when you spit you spit bullsh-t, in reality you a full b-tch
acting like you k!ll sh-t, do you even know how to fill clips?
all thеm questions on my mind got me buggin
my mind is playing tricks on me but i’m thuggin
acting though in thе back of the bus that pass us
when we tell you to get off you suddenly don’t have nuts
what? you say you rushed us? motherf-cker don’t forget how crushed you was
never seen a b-tch as such, talk sh-t so much
on the phone you can’t keep yo mouth shut
but you ain’t doing sh-t when on yo neck we clutch

d-mn sh-t is about to get real
we finna ride around with the blastin steel
you f-cked with the crew now you screwed
a new gang feud and if you run we pursue
you thought you played a smart move
pullin a jack on our g something we do not approve
let me ask you somethin you wanne die?
takin our loot just to smoke and get high
drive by on yo stupid ass is what you deserve
or maybe we finna kick yo head on a curve
shanked up but its just for back up
cryin for yo mamas help won’t work when you gettin dragged huh
though motherf-ckers comin towards your way
today is the day cause today is payday
make em scream mayday and let em stay lame
make em take pain k!llers, make hate fill us
f-ck em up walk away like the realest
took all they credit away now they can’t even be dealers
should’ve recognized playa now we made you feel us
man don’t run ya mouth if you not running with it
you let sh-t roll off your tongue, you say you got a gun then go get it
but you don’t get it done so now you run cause we done said it

so what you wanna do? step up on us with your stupid lil crew
lil boy get off that stool, my group is your crew times two
can’t even escape my rhymes that hit you
you gon hear what we gots to say
and if you don’t better start praying
cause we really not playing, from now on your corner is where we stayin
now you complaining and hating, sh-t i be rubbin your face in
y’all be filling me with mad anger, acting like gangsters
lets pull up and bang on em, they won’t like the way we sw-ng on em
now seeing myself in the mirror blood covering my shirt
knuckles busted so disgusted by the wounds being filled up with dirt
hearing helicopters look outside and watch the bird
getting nervous cause it’s been the third
hangin over town looking for a way to catch my herd
pigs should’ve been faster cause home we returned
now as i burn the blunt until it glows, feel my mind get slow
i put my hat low, get on and get gone, some more time to get some

- vasko v

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