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bernadines - boldy james & the alchemist lyrics

[intro]
it’s all your fault, al (uh uh, uh)
it’s all…
where we at?
bo jackson, let’s get it (ay, 227)

[verse 1]
can’t none of y’all mirror me back (at all)
back to them ol’ [❓❓] boys steerin’ the ac (uh huh)
ain’t have a quarter for a gumball out the machine (flat broke)
was choppin’ up them 8*b*lls with a house full of fiends (let’s get it)
run in and out, then i pull off once i count up the cream (it’s all here)
got uncle whoadie takin’ calls while i round up the beans (iceman)
want all the blues and the orange, my n*ggas so detroit (h*ll block)
taj mahal told me pull up, he said he on [❓❓]
a smoker came with thirty bucks, gave her a skimpy dime
told auntie “hurry the f*ck up”, she took her sweet time
i pulled off ‘fore she made it on, she was takin’ too long (where we at?)
jalisa came at me with nine, gave her two stones (be right back)
for bein’ patient, she hate waitin’, i hate takin’ shorts (i does)
woke up this morning off the drank, sh*t had me late for court (drugs)
four fives and two sixes, [aviator sport ❓❓] (uh huh)
that’s two pints, add it up, my n*ggas drinkin’ quarts (what else?)
on h*ll block, still in the flame, don’t make me blast the torch
my po parked up at my crib, she say i ain’t report
got me depressed
[chorus]
murder is a tough thing to digest
30 with the green beam, thuggin’ in the projects
learned to keep them k!llings clean, had to cover my steps
kept them bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the ‘net
streets is watchin’
murder is a tough thing to digest
it’s a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line
murder is a tough thing to digest
yeah, you know the rest

[verse 2]
eye to the sky, got my head up in the cloud (yeah)
can hear the concrete crack soon as i step foot on the ground
i been up and runnin’, only six [ nickles❓❓]
with enough shooters to round up and shut the city down
with ten 47s, ain’t no question, we did them n*ggas foul
heavy press, my n*ggas plow, better catch up with your crowd
grew up around gorillas, dope dealers and young wild n*ggas
my hitters, they’re game with this sh*t, y’all n*ggas clout k!llers
it’s concreatures, two*way
[tu sei❓❓] siete, rockin piete from the uk on the expressway (where we at?)
on my way to the next play, bumped into jefe
he went up on the ticket, plus this sh*t look like it’s played with (what’s this?)
spotty in the middle, off*white, without no shine to it (why this sh*t look like this?)
was somethin’ like a piano, i had to fine*tune it (uh)
honor student from the university of crime school (crime u)
your baby mama used to move the work for me and find blues
five rules that you must abide when you in the mob (gang)
never break the oath, bend or fold, never steal or rob
from the la famil’, cross the fam, take it up with god
this mafia sh*t so for real, i had to pay [❓❓]
don’t you want to hear my last words?
i just did
‘chemist, let’s get it

[chorus]
murder is a tough thing to digest
30 with the green beam, thuggin’ in the projects
learned to keep them k!llings clean, had to cover my steps
kept them bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the ‘net
streets is watchin’
murder is a tough thing to digest
it’s a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line
murder is a tough thing to digest

- boldy james the alchemist lyrics

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