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letra de elizabeth - westside gunn

[intro: westside gunn]
brr

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, i know some n-gg-s only skate on supreme sh-t
i know some n-gg-s h-t the dope with the remix
i know some n-gg-s got two bodies and still a teenager
i know fiends that wanna lick the resi off the razor
i know n-gg-s from uptown and down the way
i know n-gg-s got 8 b-lls of pure yay
i know n-gg-s that’ll rob your -ss bare faced
i know n-gg-s that’s coming home, they wanna play
i know n-gg-s that’ll sniff a line and shoot up sh-t (brr)
i know some n-gg-s went upstate and got cut quick
i know n-gg-s that’ll put money on your head
i know n-gg-s that when they hit the powder then they dead (boom boom boom boom boom boom)
i know n-gg-s showing fake love (ah)
i know some n-gg-s going ’round claiming fake blood (ah)
i know some n-gg-s going ’round claiming fake cuz

[chorus: westside gunn]
can’t n-body f-ck with me
i’m that one
keep the mac 10 for that f-ckery (brr)
get you some
wish chine gun could see me now (ah)
wish bacon could see me now (ah)
can’t n-body f-ck with me
i’m that one
keep the mac 10 for that f-ckery (brr)
get you some
wish chine gun could see me now
wish sly green could see me now

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo, every color lambo truck we parading
og just came home from being caged in
don’t know what to do, been locked up since reagan
the lord got a better plan for you, be patient
ma dukes struggling, know i can’t have that
balenciaga, triple soul sitting on the dad hat
catch me in the bushes, cone head, ski mask black (ah)
pootie need a new pair of guccis, where the stash at?
day dreaming in my cell
fredo had a body, did that n-gg- go to h-ll?
k!lled another 30 with the sand on the scale (ah)
loading up the .30, shoot the n-gg-s over there (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
free my n-gg- dc, free my n-gg-s
they gave his -ss 33

[outro: mick foley]
smile, and i look at you, benoit, as i stand here face to face
and you know what i see?
i see one of the d-mn best wrestlers i’ve ever seen in my entire life
but there’s some things, chris benoit, that i do not see when i look in those dead eyes
i do not see an ounce of remorse
i do not see comp-ssion
and i sure as h-ll don’t see a sense of humour
so, chris benoit, i think i speak for everybody when i ask this one simple question
why? why, chris? why?

- westside gunn

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