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terror dome - jimmy yitty lyrics

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n*ggas is on some sh*t, what did you think?
that, we would just rap like this, and not go deal with the ting
like, we won’t tie you up, treat you like a pig
if my og say “go” than i have to do it
the gat in the booth, this is gangsta music
we are not pranksters stupid, honestly
this not comedy, this no slapstick
n*ggas clap stick, then get the dry snitchin’, need chapstick
plus i got problems all on my own
where i live, no i can’t trust a soul
face your fears, welcome to terror dome
watch for the hands, you don’t know what it holds

n*gga behold
the greatest rhyme, that the story has told
look at the st**z, i reap and i sew
keep this sh*t going, yell f*ck all my foеs
imagine this sh*t happened all ovеr hoes?
you n*ggas is rats, don’t wanna be in your clothes
on five my n*gga gon slide on the ‘forth
link with the mandem, and i tell ’em “forward”
being humble got these people confused
i don’t need the clout that come from the news
i need money, just to shatter his clavicle
travel to italy, chill on the avenue
come back, willing to die bout this sh*t
fire the grip, my rag tied with a crip
line up your b*tch
for us, its bout pride and sh*t
pain and revenge, both sides of sh*t
one thing in common, violence
show your face, try your risk
look at y’all like “who’s guy is this”
why you talking on “my yute” sh*t? (whos mans is dat?)
n*ggas is low, showing emotions out of the option
watch who you rock with
root of it all is the profit
nonsense, i’m bout to start my own contra
then disappear like jimmy hoffa
n*ggas is thug’nn you still want problems?
spinning revolver will solve ’em
put ’em in the trash, ’cause he’s garbage
flexing online we gon’ rob him
give him the blues, without a clue
he got some loose screws?
we’ll put the tool to his noggin

this for my youngings, move bossy
this for my youngings, move wassy
i used to move with a posse
them n*ggas switched, it ain’t shock me
i kept it real, they can’t stop me
backwoods, beef and broccoli
they used to laugh, they used to mock me
now them n*ggas pocket watching

n*ggas is on some sh*t, what did you think?
that, we would just rap like this, and not go deal with the ting
like, we won’t tie you up, treat you like a pig
if my og say “go” than i have to do it
the gat in the booth, this is gangsta music
we are not pranksters stupid, honestly
this not comedy, this no slapstick
n*ggas clap stick, then get the dry snitchin’, need chapstick
plus i got problems all on my own
where i live, no i can’t trust a soul
face your fears, welcome to terror dome

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