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street legends - blue sky black death lyrics

[chorus]
oakland, im running em up, (young thugs?) and gunning em up
hiero is dope ask god, i’m about as swift as lightning greased
and i’m cold like sub*zero, feel the deep freeze
oakland, im running em up, (young thugs?) and gunning em up
street legends
oakland, hiero is dope ask god
survivor of the aftermath
yeah uhh (street legends)

[verse 1: a*plus]
its only cause the people love us we so large
riding the beat like a doom buggy with (?)
hit the gas like some n*ggas thugging in stonepark
way too deep, you couldn’t see me on your sonar
start that, believe me imma go off and finish it
so far you gentlemen is so soft and feminine
hold on a minute man, i got women saying is so hard to figure him out, still im digging her out
pull a (jackal?) and the one that recognize me
safety deposit (?) already got my id
all you be hearing, pipping is stripping from my iv
you slipping really if you thinking (?) (find me?)

im probably (?) for some ladies, i like (?)
my game range form n*ggerous to white (?)
why y’all as cool as, its hard to fool this
and im leaving all you (?) with marks and bruises
im like if anakin didn’t go all bad
overcame all of the anger cause i know bout that
these (run*on*sentence?) n*ggas, i hit em with a karma
why they acting like b*tches, they get it from they mama

[verse 2: pep love]
holla my name, follow my flame
its burning hotter than lava
(?) my revolver, yall better run
and get a gun cause im giving em the medicine
each and all anyone of you suckers are get done
another big (dum?)
we hit em up, abrupt, they can’t get none
stoned is a way off the walk and get caught
with an onslaught that have your body laying in chalk
displaying what im saying when im slaying mcs
i’ll huff and puff and blow your crew away in a breeze
i get paid when my record get played, dont blame me
cause your lady digging my style, thats how god made me
outta the womb, i probably (thought of?) a tomb
that’ll make a body go body go boom to my audio
soon as i enter the room and get a (scent a who the?) center of attention uhh
i wanna stick and move
im the most sick with it, quick with it individual to get them residual big digits
(?) stacks, cause i provide the facts, when i ride the track, hieroglyphics got my back

[verse 3: pep love]
rock to the rhythm, we got to get with him
when i hit em with a subliminal, would they ever get it? no
way too (?), we laying on a line, when we make move (?), they can’t do sh*t
when im in a building, n*ggas (?) best bow down
or me and a*plus is gon just chow down
hieroglyphics b*tch, we holding the crown
with my back against the wall, im holding my ground
(fist to cuffs?), you could get f*cked up
by spit this sh*t that b*tches love
so they own a n*ggas nuts

[verse 4: a*plus]
make way for the mic gripper
“a” spitting sh*t making you say you tight n*gga
homie, i dont give a sh*t if you dont like it (?)
if you fight for plus, imma turn your life to dust
feel the deep freeze, im seeing you weak knees
k!lling you phony mcs, keeping the streets clean
(receive cream?), doing my thing i burn stages
burn stage learn new ways to earn wages
turn pages, write chapters, paragraphs for you b*st*rds laughing
put your ass in a basket

[outro]
sick
sick wit it

- blue sky black death lyrics

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