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shouts to the mobb / medusa - flee lord & roc marciano lyrics

[part i: shouts to the mobb]

[intro: flee lord]
ayo, roc, f*ck is good bro
aha, aha, okay, okay
aha, aha, okay

[verse: flee lord]
lord mobb (lord mobb), remember the [?]
k!ll the lobster
ain’t nothin’ but lemon and b*tter left
[?] for the chef
couple thou’ on my left
crawlin’ up tf if i’m out on the west
ridin’ out with funk is some fire in the trunk
dope just banged my line
he said he flyin’ out at once
back out on east, ask jack how we feast
eat those small [?] drag out the seat
[?] turn the heat up, no chill
ayo, bangs let it hang like a decaf for real
got a cold act, keep my gunner on track
shady took his brag and bought a hundred more gats
i come with all facts, got bombs in all black
once [franchie?] clean the beat, we drummin’ of that
(aha, aha, okay, okay
aha, aha, okay)
i said [franchie?] clean the beat, we drummin’ of that
(aha, aha, okay, okay
aha, aha, okay)
yo [?] what’s good bro?
yeah, we in new orleans too
[steve parks]
it never occurred to me the beautiful words would be the way that i’d express myself
what i’m trying to say in such a fancy way is “girl, can i help myself?”

[part ii: medusa]

[intro]
okay, okay (boo*boom)
let’s go [?] (boo*boom)

[verse: flee lord]
about to set [?] (about to set [?])
no more [?] your door
drop professionals in [?] (drop professionals in [?])
all respectin’ us for sure (yeah)
connectin’ us [?] (yeah)
[?] protection [?]
my whole section we was poor
got busy then we winnin’ open up a store
bought my choppas in the grip [?]
sayin’ prayers for my peers
act [?] his quran
but you all soldiers from beyond
[?]
i walk through h*ll fire
time frozen on my arm
all my pockets full [?]
checkin’ raw gucci [?] or dior
money stay cl!ckin’ eatin’ honey glazed chicken
every gang got them music heard
we runnin’ eight prisons
sippin’ white henny with the
we was [?] ’til the feds [?]
[chorus: flee lord]
rock like medusa headed (rock like medusa headed)
block full of crucifixes (block full of crucifixes)
[?] spooky with it ([?] spooky with it)
stupid window [?] (stupid window [?])

[verse 2: conway the machine]
what’s a forty ’til it’s empty
i’m on tour with the extendi
bunch of foreign sh*t in my driveway
my shorty get the bentley
i can’t share my throne with these n*ggas no more
i’m just too [?]
i come in rockin’ sbs that cost more than your balencis
the flow like raw cocaine snort it through a benji
i drop off [?] elementary man
all these n*ggas too iffy
set it up to get more than me, you always was against me
better hurt them n*ggas more to see me winning
selling cracks before the deal
corner store [?] forty sh*lls
now look, i’m ’bout to close a deal for forty [?]
n*ggas saying they gettin’ to a bag, well i can hardly tell
no lie label off of me [?]
time [?]
big pointers on my wrist
my sh*t look like a [?]
bricks come out from florida still
i only tell you half the story but it’s more to tell
machine, b*tch
[chorus: flee lord]
rock like medusa headed (rock like medusa headed)
block full of crucifixes (block full of crucifixes)
[?] spooky with it ([?] spooky with it)
stupid window [?] (stupid window [?])

- flee lord roc marciano lyrics

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