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cartel - cuban link lyrics

[intro: cuban link, big pun]
ask anybody if my men are rowdy
yeah, yeah
for the streets, for the streets
yeah, yo

[verse 1: cuban link]
let the games begin, got adrenaline rushing through my veins again
running my skin got me all fired up and determined to win
it’s a personal thing on the mic, i’m murdering men
it’s worse than rain, it all depends who’s more thirsty with thin
i’ll be the first one to swing, wrecking helmets
snapping your pelvis, if you’re sweet as elvis then it help us
b*tch, you get that ass dealt with, i’m telling her how it is
dropping it with the politics, don’t makе me c*ck the fifth in public
clip me with this [?], i’m about to flip, it’s еither now or never
i’d rather dine and live forever, terror squad, i’m with whatever
the more pressure the better, head up, i’m going head up
bringing the terror, it won’t go down, we go down together

[verse 2: billy klubz]
yo, yo, when i hit it, i hit from every angle
and when i spit, i spit the blade and bang you
and break you down like candi naval
i break your face and have the surgeons working for hours
i bless you like in the churches when candles burning the flowers
i’m thirsty for power, got my dollars flirting with powder
now i’m working with scholars plotters in the worst of the violence
who’s dirty like ours? little vils, i pledge allegiance
who’s worthy of ours? little vils, trying to catch the meaning
yo, it’s billy klubz, the club hopper, the thug popper
that be smoking my guns like blunts, son, i need a lung doctor
f*ck the prognosis, focus on the large toaster
with the mac*10, i give commandments like the black moses
[verse 3: raze]
peep my origin, deep like the court within
the earth set up to fill up what was prophesied
wack rappers ostrich*sized
spanish from the game when the famish came
the east spittin’ verses, never weak emcees
the shame to speak, rays remain unique
while them other n*ggas bite, grip the trigger tight
like [?] grips the flow, the shark blade graphic like an arcade
toast without the bar*cade, making angels with the heart spray
soon as you phony as you sound for the ones who sound phony
the homies that spray cuban, we scr*w*ng the sliencers
blaze whoever’s moving than we skate like the islanders
l.e.s. and t.s., if you want it then come see us

[verse 4: reif hustle]
i go out with an army of men to slaughter your kin
’cause there can be four of us and you could have ten
real n*ggas’ll split you open with a mac and some gin
’cause i’ll rat and split you open with a pad and a pen
’cause i’m the realest chubby n*gga in the back of a benz
now i’ll never hesitate to leave your ass in the den
jimmy’s cafe, see me at the bar getting bent
two n*ggas behind me with the goose and the trench
better watch your back, n*ggas that’ll leave the club drenched
had the whole place running when the hammers extend
like i said before, i’m starting on warming up the b*tch
got them sissy n*ggas on the mic, calling it quits
[verse 5: buck 50]
yo, we the murder n*ggas that you heard of, n*ggas
laced up through felonies, hard rock out you hennessy
so what you telling me? it better be ’bout me getting some money steadily
or you best believe, you’ll get a taste of a pedigree
you see, i gots to eat, there ain’t no stopping me
that’s the way it gots to be so logically, i want your property
and don’t you copy me, you punk b*tch
there’s no one like the buck fifth, trust this
i squeeze the mustard and the clutches to spark the dutches
when i commence the hit and if i get caught
i’m like oj, the gloves don’t fit, my thugs gon’ quit
my slugs gon’ hit, my drugs gon’ flip
your dutch gon’ dip, my n*ggas tell me who gon’ run?

[verse 6: korleone]
ain’t no remorse in these days in time in this new millennia
i got a new york city frame of mind, two billion ways of crime
you playing with mine, i put two double*plated nickels
to your mental, watch you change your mind
i’m in the righteous to this house of horrors
where in the bronx, we give out all orders
and slash your body parts in four quarters
hustlin’ four corners but sh*t is major, i k!ll for the paper
we aim for the head and liver, it’s the way that we live
don’t escape from the pigs, you’ll end up stating the pris’
mic on the ignition it is, it’s just simple as this
the life i choose, don’t be sniping you
when your wife eats two dinners on nike shoes
[verse 7: don dinero]
you know i’m with it, don dinero stay committed to my felonies
y’all ain’t ready for me, puffin’ on trees, sippin’ hennessy
a public enemy, n*ggas who never get the best of me
a fool blood of cuban, motherf*cker, check the pedigree
last thing you need is this crazy criminal after you
making you feel in heated, the burners while i’m blasting you
watching you beg for life, a price won’t make it classical
f*cking your pretty wife in the ass while i’m laughing at you
that’s what i do, i’m internationally known for packing a chrome
two shots in the back of your dome, i’m bad to the bone
ain’t no time to reach for the phone
i be creepin’ alone, never sleep, the streets my home

[scratches]
always straight thug
where my n*ggas at? uptown, uptown
my cartel
blast any men if they acting rowdy
we thugs, we don’t pray
we rappers that really blast
i know cuban really relates

[outro]
my cartel, my cartel
my cartel, cartel
my cartel, my cartel
cartel, cartel

- cuban link lyrics

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