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drama 2 dvd touch money nh & kaboom cypher - concrete jungle lyrics

[verse 1: nh]
ayo my swag is the best
i‘m badder than the rest
a n*gga disrespect i stick a dagger through his chest
shove it through his heart, leaving him in shock
slice him down the middle, ripping him apart
he gon’ see the light when i stick him in the dark
i love to use the eight but i’m sicker with the lorc’
stick him with the hawk, they gon’ find his body in the woods at the park, you should listen when i talk
i mean what i say, i say what i mean
but they don’t understand ‘til this k on the beam
and then i let it dump off, shottie or the pump off
lotta n*ggas jump on my d*ck, they need to jump off
‘cause i can get you f*cked up, i can get you murked dog
pine box, suit on and tux, under dirt dog
i can get you stuck up, or i can get you hurt dog
chest shot, leave him laying there like a hurt dog
i put in work dog, i got a hard flow
i’m ot, they tryna find me like waldo
i hit him fast so i can watch this n*gga fall slow
see my n*ggas ride hard like a volvo
i do this stay to the basic he think he king i’ma ace him
it ain’t another replacement, ‘nother n*gga to face him
get him choked with his laces and watch him gag out
i’ma spaz out and black out and pull that mac out
feeling more focused now
probably ‘cause my rhymes getting better and the weed more potent now
i won’t hesitate to choke a clown
these n*ggas hating so i gotta keep the .40 out the holster now
yes i let the gat spray
‘cause it hurt like sh*t, knowing any given day could be my last day
you n*ggas living through ya’ last day
but i’m the future, something that you n*ggas ain’t used to
every single day i got the steel like a booster
show up to his crib, wake him up like a rooster
shots from the ruger, the size of a ruler
will leave gun sh*lls inside ya’ medulla
the rap black adolf, i let the eight off
me and my n*ggas we ball hard like the playoffs
do it like a western, take 10 paces turn around then spray off, the sweeper or the k off
s or the ak, every day is payday
full his crib up with dynamite like jj
then i watch it blow up, i’m about to blow up
how you gon’ be star of the show but you don’t show up?
i’ma do whatever it takes to get my dough up
you riding but you riding too fast, you need to slow up
better yet slow down, ‘cause when this tommy pick up
i’ma make a mess that even bounty can’t pick up
flip o’s i can make it bounce like a hiccup
turn a rapper album release into a stickup
then i go and holla at na to pick the brick up
he soft man the only time he hard when his d*ck up
i be in the bm coming to pick ya’ chick up
shotgun leave his back open like a pickup
i‘m part of the streets, the streets are a part of me
so ain’t another young n*gga spitting hard as me
so in ya’ top three rappers man i oughta be
ya’ number one spot, definition of hardrock
man i call the shots, n*gga you would call the cops
i hang around the hardest n*ggas on the hardest blocks
[verse 2: kaboom]
i [?] in the pot, i pump the coke on the block
you n*ggas open ya’ mouth, the pump’ll open ya’ top
and dump most of them shots, and lift you higher than free w*lly when he jumped over them rocks
i’m on my toes like my sock, them b*tches throw me the twot
if i slapped you right now you would go to the cops
i post in ya’ lobby, holding the tommy
bullets roast and pull ya’ ghost from ya’ body
i’m a vet, with the age of a rookie
i’m a boss and you soft like unbaked cookies
n*gga straight p*ssy, talking like a brave heart
all you n*ggas riding i’ll park you in the graveyard
catch him getting off the bus, spark him with the ar
he lying like simba’s uncle, he get his face scarred
when i tear arms you airborne, a n*gga float
i don’t mean the record label when i’m looking in a scope
grind when it’s cold with the blam in the winter coat
sh*t i play the corner like the stamp on a envelope
and i be messing with powder, on the night grind
with white dimes like jessica alba
you ain’t chopping the ‘caine right
my trey so big fiends gotta smoke they rock (in a drainpipe)
ayo i’m taking all bets put ya’ money down
two macs, two 50*clips, do the math, (that’s a hundred rounds)
i spray ‘em both ‘til ya’ melon split
one sh*ll’ll k!ll, the other 99 is for the h*ll of it
i’m the greatest like muhammad in the ring
i put the bang in the bang bang touch money gang
real n*ggas not too many left
the shotgun rip car doors, ‘magine what it do to ya’ chest
let me break it down like chop shops
we hot blocks like hopscotch, my name buzzing like shot clocks
them shots pop, make ya’ top drop, catch ya’ early morn
at ya’ door with them four*fours n*gga, knock knock
no i won’t ring the bell, n*gga i bang the sh*ll
i got the devil on the [?], i bring the h*ll
me and nh bring it well
reed bring the b*tches and, na gon’ bring the l’s
then we smoke to the red eye
i’m talking ‘bout that friday weed that got smokey and craig high
thinking i’m a joke you a dead guy
hit him with the french toast ‘til all the yolk in his egg fry
know you n*ggas mad ‘cause you can’t stack
and ya’ boy fresh like a brick coming out the saran wrap
but ain’t nothing sweet boy, you will get blammed at
the 40 cal m*ffled up sound like a handclap
can’t leave my toolie at home, i gotta ride wit’ it
i gotta eat, shh, mm, and rob wit’ it
i zoom in with the scope, and hit ya’ eye wit’ it
it’ll smash ya’ pumpkin and (make pie wit’ it)
i be copping the soft
cook it in the pot then i’m chopping it off, hit the block with the raw
fiends hit the phone i’m blocking the call
hit the rock hard like shaq blocking the ball
i’m a standup n*gga, i’m not gon’ fall
treat ya’ face like a door and knock*knock on ya’ jaw
if it’s war then it’s war man i’m not gon’ brawl
big gats kick back, get knocked through a wall
why you b*tching, i know you wish you brought them bangers
my k strong, i spray along like a water sprinkler

- concrete jungle lyrics

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