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ssj crashout - a6surd nerdz lyrics

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(chorus)
n0body want smoke with me
(8x)
(crash out, crash out, crash out)
(background)
matta*pan
(4x)
gang gang gang gang
(2x)
who want it? yeah
(8x)

(tupac):
“whatever you n*ggas want bring it!”

(verse)
lord strike me if i ain’t him/

all my n*ggas wanna start a riot/
try it, they gone have to bring the tanks in/

hard to hold em, this sh*t mark and nolan n*gga/
this just something that you can’t win/

like that rocky n*gga how to break them/
i’m a bus a n*gga to the snakeskin/
i could give a f*ck about a fake friend/
silver or lead, ya b*tch/

promise i’ll aim for the head, ya b*tch
i’m double tapping, triple tapping/

fo, five, six times till you dead, ya b*tch
yeah, i said what i said, ya b*tch

bloodshed for my bread, ya b*tch/
you best do what i says, ya b*tch/

you phony on camera, go tony montana, i’ll air this sh*t and never lack or worry/

so many opps heads on my wall, got a group deal for thе taxidermy/

arm, leg, leg, arm, lеg, f*ck a blackberry, leave him black and buried/

have ya moms crying “why god” he gon say ” fritz had a dezzy”/

i been acting wild/
i’m a have n*ggas smoked that’s a black and mild/
me and my n*ggas tight like a cracker’s style/
if you think you the sh*t i’m a smack it out/
ain’t no backing out, i been looking for smoke/
every song i’m on like i’m whipping up dope/
teanna trump, n*ggas come at ya throat/
one phone call turn a goon to a ghost/
who’s afraid of the nerds?

(chorus)
n0body want smoke with me
(8x)
(crash out, crash out, crash out)
(background)
matta*pan
(4x)
gang gang gang gang
(2x)
who want it? yeah
(8x)

(tupac):
“i don’t give a f*ck where you lay at n*gga!”

(verse)
bring the mother f*cking ruckus/

what’s poppin? a couple hungry mother f*ckers/

i’m locked in, and can’t no other touch iluhdis/
like d*mn/

might stomp ya brotha out in public/

who want it it’s up and stuck you on some sucker sh*t/

run up i’ll uppercut you till the sun up/

you won’t even get a chance to put ya gun up/

like fam/

i’m sick of the games/
and all you wanna do is b*tch and complain/
that sh*t you talking sum like p*ss in the rain/
you’ll catch a sh*ll for every link in the chain/
them ambulances need to pick up ya brain/
turn everybody in ya cl!ck to a stain/
that’s just what happens when you lit with my gang/
it’s money or murder to get in the game n*gga/

you faux active/

bros gassing/

my pole blasting/

toe tagging/

my whole faction gets so ratchet/
44 magnum to yo cabbage/

you’s no savage/
you keep the peace/

red all in my t**th/
cause i’m eating beats(beets)/

my sh*t dta/
how i’m a feed the streets/

ya sh*t pga/
my n*ggas ain’t playing/

no more/

my n*ggas ready for war/
pistols, machetes and swords/
fritz be the pettiest
i’ll never settle the score/
leave all that red on the walls/

ain’t no way you f*cking with the squad/
pray the doc could stomach all the scars/
aim and pop, i said this all before/
i make sure that everything is raw/

(chorus)
n0body want smoke with me
(8x)
(crash out, crash out, crash out)
(background)
matta*pan
(4x)
gang gang gang gang
(2x)
who want it? yeah
(8x)

- a6surd nerdz lyrics

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