death row - juss kev & travon lyrics
[verse 1: travon]
an yo, the crowd is hyped cause the word is his occupation
but all i have received is boredom from conversations
and portions of people taping
my n-ggas is out here making, this money so now they hatin
why you mad bro?
i could’ve been a f-g in a shack with no -ss hole
eating tabasco, with a fat chick givin mad blow
thought i was brown but i’m black in my -ss hole
i ate the cornrows up and sh-tted out an afro
the cash flow, had a n-gga on so i cut that
treat us like hoes to get us on but n-gga f-ck that
your mom came in the room screamin sl-t’s back
told the world to polish my d-ck and pull my nuts back
na n-gga f-ck that and who? what? f-ck you
mad cause you wanna hang like my nuts do
i come through got the moon saying that his b-tts cool
you better be cool before i reach out and touch you
[verse 2: juss kev]
ok they heard that this murderous verbalist is so superb with this
the way the words merge and twist i heat it up and serve the dish
same b-tches all on my d-ck they were the first to diss
got bread so when i meet them they cheese, on some burger sh-t
dope’s what i prefer to spit, get a beat with a verse to fit
tighter than a virgin chick, then i just emerge with hits
i will attack, and k!ll a track, that’s filled with facts they worship it
n-ggas won’t even get on a song if i’m first to spit
i get wild curse and sh-t, spit styles a perfect mix
of this and that, i spit on tracks the sh-t’s exact and merciless
so f-ckin sick it hurts to p-ss
b-tch n-ggas where your purses is?
old n-ggas purchase this like “who in the earth is this?”
juss kev ho, on different level
leave a bunch of dead flows on these beats that’s retro
and i’m from that west coast so i gotta get dough
and i’m k!llin n-ggas behind bars the new death row
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