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now that's what i call a posse cut vol. 56 - blockhead lyrics

[verse 1: bruiser wolf]
vegas with blondes, drinking bombs: jaeger
been running game since the genesis: sega
we doing rounds: ali, frazier
she from decatur, work at statefarm like a good neighbor
she bad i ain’t talking about behavior
i got her to laugh, now i think the odds is in my favor
i’m a hustler by nature, i don’t play the game with my hands
i take the scissors, cut rock, and make paper
we had lb’s and sacks of that lawrence taylor
dope game stupid and ruthless
feds catch you snoozing, and rush in like putin
what i know now, i wish i knew then
been counting franklins so long i got blue prints
questions like iversons with thе blue tip
blue chips, balling like a bluе chip
dip after i break the chicken down to strips
but the patience is running thin
it’s like a grenade how i blew up once i took out the pen
for years n*ggas been on tap like beers
so when the youngins say tap in, sh*t i be scared
my women come in pairs
they shaped like pears
your woman don’t compare (they don’t compare)
defecating ’cause i gotta make it
i need commas, accommodations
tell hoes to work with a player
be my agent (be my agent)
bruiser!
[verse 2: danny brown]
(check!)
my rollie got no diamonds
but it cost more than your bustdown
i call it perfect timing
always in a rush, say i need to slow down
put that coke down, put this in your throat now
tell me that she love the taste
sweeter than the sounds of amazing grace
got more plugs than de la soul
john elliott no logos
got a ho sucking slow
drop it low, touch your toes
i’m just tryna make ya see the light
baby girl you need a life, no lie
i can treat you right, just hop on the ride
slip and slide
there he go, these n*ggas out here karaoke
i’m just tryna be barry gordy
that’s a whole ‘nother story
they say you ain’t living right
no worries * cause these n*ggas can’t do nothing for me
they all getting f*cked like it’s a orgy
wittle n*gga i’mma get it (bruiser!)
stay out my way and mind your business
buy the ticket, take the ride
big mac, you small fries
you got no clue, this what we do
[verse 3: billy woods]
crack the piff, nostrils flaring
scratch and sniff, bad parent
told the kids stay put while i run this errand
policemans is not your friends
but if they force their way in it’s name, rank, serial number
pouring rain, rolling thunder, rest assured i’m coming home holding something
your mama stay coming home in a pumpkin
i rarely punch in like the mob
i let whoever else punch in, for me it’s a no joke job
i’m high as those brothers coming home from vietnam
scratching they arms
radical islam, inshallah, you never see me without the bomb
eyewitness admitted she’d never seen me clear, she could be wrong
cleared of all charges, history absolved after all
k!lling sh*t with pajamas on, viet cong
took the city back for a song
the titty bar miss saigon
crippy in the jar, i cleared the bong

[verse 4: despot]
the target’s moving, i’m snoozing, losing and hardly shooting
them bullets still found their way to him, and now we hardly knew him
odds was against you soon as you put your shoe in, and you knew it
i had to do it, i had to do it, i had to do it
i let it loose, it do what it chooses * move it or lose it
if the shoe fit, wiggle your little toe around in it and prove it
tried to school you on who is who and you was a truant
when they ask about me, you standing around and looking stupid
before i off ya, i show you new sorts of torture
that n0body ever thought of, and call it all law and order
call me sort of an author the way i’m writing you off of
the page in the book of life when you thought you finally caught up
sh*t ain’t been great, but i think i’m turning a corner
see h*ll around the bend, i could tell that i’m getting warmer
if everything go well, any second i’ll be a goner
what a time to be alive * most of the time i don’t even wanna

- blockhead lyrics

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