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letra de jawz tight (og cypher) - yaki kadafi

(intro)

let’s organize the brother’s and put them together
arm them for the defence of the black community
and it will be like walking up to the white house and saying
“stick ’em up mother (f-cker’s -cencored-)” we want’s what our’s

(fatal talking:)

yeah word to kane n-gga
stay two gun’s up
k!ller kadafi they stupid

(verse one: kadafi)

i’m on some sh-t to make your tummy’s turn
full clip’s ready to pull quick
f-ck all that bullsh-t i ain’t concerned
it’s evident
i need dead president’s the city sl!cker
jersey jigger
feel my residence from we turn

(verse two: fatal)

fell the change in the weather
flight ticket to see’s ya
if i pull out pop a shot
y’all likely to kick it in peace
told your boy if he make noise he gon’ eat that sh-t
i gave my word to you yaki i’ma keep that sh-t
(verse three: kadafi)

trapped in these bar’s of crime
droppin’ picture my nine hittin’ cowards up from their feet to there spine
in this game all rules apply
with no exception’s all n-ggas die living high
with no easy exits

(verse four: fatalveli)

i sending n-ggas souls to buddah
for the movement i was on happy banging before i chose a colour

(verse five: napoleon and fatal)

leave your body over chocking when his gat get to smoking
all you p-ssies from here to hoboken
leave n-ggas jawz tight

(chorus: 2pac)

go, n-ggas wanna get it on let’s fight
i got some n-ggas in my cl!ck (outlawz)
that make they motherf-ckin’ jawz tight
(let’s get it on)
now go
n-ggas wanna get it on let’s fight
(lety’s get it on)
i got some n-ggas in my cl!ck
that make they motherf-ckin’ jawz tight
(verse six: buckshot)

(blah!)
the impulse makes your body pulse beat off a beat per minute
as i get up in it
construction no limit
in it like a cat in a dog fight
(that’s bdi)
let’s get it on tonight
(let’s get it on)
block parties was a thing of the past (thing of the past)
motherf-cking club hopping was suppose to last (weren’t suppose to last)
now all i see
is n-ggas by the mass (kick them in the ass)
f-ck even b-tches came to kick some ass (kick some ass)
but don’t keep the club closed it ain’t my fault (what?)
take them back to a grain of salt (to a grain of salt)
take the ingredients ever since bdi went solo (oh)
i hold my cash ?? for a dolo

(chorus)

(verse seven: edi)

shut the f-ck up
your voice is hurting working my last nerve
yo that’s my word i’m about to take off
break off a chunk of this trick ass chump
who’s knowing deep in his heart
he ain’t wanting to see no pump
when he drunk
yeah that n-gga done go to him
ran through him got him thinking he can ruin
now he thinking i’m perusing
who’s in, the motherf-cking house
(outlawz)
’97 we put some paw’s on these motherf-cker’s jawz
(verse eight:)

chi-chi bong water bong
‘nough weed for everyone
enter the class now we k!ll you with (bo-bo)
see bad boy with gun, who must just be fun
or black youth them move (my gun go bo-bo)
soldier from jungle never take back free shot’s
but that ?? when man was ??
(bo-bo)

(2pac talking:)

bo-bo
oh my f-cking god this sh-t is gonna have me like blacking out

(chorus: 2pac and fatal)

n-ggas wanna get it on let’s fight
i got some n-ggas in my cl!ck
that make they motherf-ckin’ jawz tight

(let’s get it on)

- yaki kadafi

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