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partners in crime - cusax lyrics

[verse 1: embis]
*spits*, hock a loogie
talkin’ sh*t, you get popped, cabooey
see, we got juice in this gang relation like pac in movies
that’s a lie though truly, don’t pop guns, but you not gon’ do me (doo, doo)
dirty, i’ll get a shovel, dig out and dig up some dirt on you, b
no mixes or the perks of beats, don’t provide if you don’t give back
the rappers who don’t pay their debts won’t get by, you finna get clapped
we cappin’ only on hats, cusa’s side kick for the rap
we snare for you f*ckin’ deadbeats, provide spit when you trapped (trapped)
so he reacts rash, anger spreadin’ can harm you fast
obsessed with the hardy act, they would ask me, “yo, is you tough?”
gotta give my heart a rest, now under arrest like the cardiac
but how the h*ll i’m ‘posed put up a fight with these fist i cuff?
don’t subscribe to sins that come with the sh*t that you spittin’ (uh*huh)
hope you we come to our senses, street code, but i’m with the snitchin’
say actions louder than words? i’ll testify as a witness
you gimme a couple commas, i won’t go extend your sentence
i guess i’m kinda past the era of being prideful of honesty
just fibbin’ for emphasis is exercisin’ your artistry
but when the lie extends to a persona you aren’t, then be
prepared to clarify it when they try you out on the streets, homie
[pre*chorus: embis & cusax]
so many things that you would not understand (so don’t try to)
all the lyricists who have got that glock in hand (i ask that you don’t shoot because—)

[chorus: embis]
partners in crime, the law defied
all the ones inside for a homicide
it’s a lonely road when you fall and find
yourself inside of some bars for a song you write
partners in crime, the law defied
all the ones inside for a homicide
it’s a lonely road when you fall and find
yourself inside of some bars for a song you write

[verse 2: cusax]
i’m homicidal against every one of my rivals
i won’t get a single mention out of none of my idols
gotta stage an intervention, you ain’t seen my arrival
’till you see my true intentions, now you [?] the title
i possess on the internet, b*tch, you flinch when i get upset
i hold the most interest into spit, makin’ bigger threats
tie up both my arms and you can cut off my ligaments!
[?] ’till you f*ckin’ die of belittlement
if you die, then i bury you, if i die, then it’s never true
i could jump off out a boeing, hit the ground with no parachute
get up, walk around and know that sh*t would embarrass you
you need another label just to stand up and carry you?
i’m the only other fist that is hitting you in the face
let me stop, ’cause i diminish you, spitting until you break
drink to that, it’s the very last you will have
i spiked it with the poison, was cookin’ it in the lab
that is not a knife you are lookin’ at in my hand
it’s a mic, you’re just frightened and shook when you’re goin’ mad!
[pre*chorus: embis & cusax]
so many things that you would not understand (so don’t try to)
all the lyricists who have got that glock in hand (i ask that you don’t shoot because—)

[skit]
{*heavy breathing and running*}
cusax: {*coughs*}
embis: you good?
cusax: barely
embis: aight, look… we need to get as far away from here as possible

- cusax lyrics

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